The children don’t know;
They don’t understand the weight of what’s happening.
Do I even know?
This is all so foreign and to me and frightening.
What can I do now?
The bombs are in the air; all we can do is watch.
I feel the silence;
Our hearts hollow out and our troubled souls erode.
I hear explosions;
Bits of hopes and dreams, floating on air with the ash.
I’m so very cold;
The poison spreads like the plague, quick and unbiased.
Four small words caught, stuck,
In my throat like yesterday’s lunch, nigh forgotten.
We hit the pavement;
Run, like there’s no tomorrow ’cause there might not be.
Hope is black and white;
All I see is blood and guts and desperation.
Get out of here!