Battleground

Gazing at the fiery skies

Dirt shoots out at me

The gun shoots boom

And light up the night

Ears popping at the noisy chaos

The streets catch fire

Burning with uncontrolled madness

I stand in the middle

Idle and so alone

Watching the Destroyers

Do what they do best

Before me lay strewn bodies

Women, men, children

Dead or dying

Blown apart by blasts unknown

Can’t you hear?

their breaths, whoosh

Out of their bodies

I can hear last words

And final condolences

Children and parents

Scream to the sky

At the loss of family

Dear and close friends

“Destroyers why?! They scream

As I look

Upon dirty, grimy faces

Streaked with tears

Eyes glistening

With a hardness

Made by a hopeless life

I wonder why?

This was not meant

To be a death battle

It was supposed

To be pure and loving

Not a flitting glimpse

Of what it feels like

To be warm and have hope

This!

This is war

Filled with hate and evil

At every turn of every corner

This!

Is a battle of wills

Meant to see

Who can handle it

This!

Is Life.