The bombs kept falling

they rained a fury upon us

These bombs killed us

They fell with a hideous

screaming sound

They killed us a second time

burnt wreckage and torn limbs

Tiled floors smeared with our blood

We had died three times

before they picked up what was left of us

Wrapped in bed sheets and curtains

we were flung like sacks of potatoes

into a hewn out plot of earth

There we lay dead

for the last time

◄ Forced to Like

A Mask ►



Fri 16th Apr 2021 00:19

Goodness me Keith. Powerful stuff. 👍

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