Going to Die Tonight

The sky is gray Filling with clouds An ominous feeling hangs over the land We wait and watch For the leader to come Dauntless, ruthless, bravery as some may call it Our neck straining to see while our bodies curl in to hiding. We know what will come next. Someone will die But who is the question Who will leave next? The young boy, the elderly woman? We all know someone will die. Dusk comes and apprehension still lies. No one will die….tonight.