Poetry

WARNING

Hard to explain

As I wander through these streets
Dark and dusty they now lie,
Silent as the graves of the dead.
I boldly march on through the acid rain
Searing my skin.
To meet with the darkness.
Sirens scream out in the future!
Darkness descended too soon onto us.
The world is left in blackened ruin!
Torture haunts me!
Sleepless, uneasy.
People are evil!
People hate each other!
Take pleasure in the destruction you’ve caused!
Little boys fighting
Playing with fire!
Now your God weeps!
Can't you feel his tears?
They fall on me... on them... on us...
They manifest in forms of illness!
Can't you see???
You create disease!
You spread your evils!
You have become the greatest enemy...
Greater than death!
Greater than tears!
You are the bringer of darkness!
But where is our saviour?
The war has begun...
The war has ended us!
Fire races through our hearts
It burns!
It kills!
You kill!
The last shot...

Why?
© REBEKAH SMITH November 2002.


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