War
Can't we all just live in peace?
I'd like to rest, I'd like to sleep.
The guns that used to keep me up at night have now become my lullaby.
I hear them all, the bombs that blow.
My mother screams as the door explodes;
The men they yell, then they see me;
Silently crying and shivering.
They see the scars and pity me...
But, how are we ever supposed to leave?
2/22/2017
