Gasmask

The poem of war

The rubber sole boot hit the ground

and everything stand still.

Time.

Place.

Movement.

The veins of my country

slowly clotted and died

the hairs of people on the 

ground dead,

Their spirits are dance all around me

The feeling of loss of control

get it

the feeding of the media

standing their as if there helpless to the cause

F**k them!

When your eyes and mouth are open

you got something to say

when world tells to move

when the media tells you to shut

you say

no you shut up

no you move

because now I'm forced to walked the street because

of this dumb war in a

gasmask

Reviews

[✖Lust✖]

Thanks but I can do better

[rnuff]

I must say wow, this is really amazing, love your last stanza.
Awesome writing!