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When I was Seventeen....


When I was seventeen, the world fell apart.

I’ve never seen anything like this before,

Men falling down left and right in the trenches,

Bullets beats of a song that I never wanted to hear.

Airplanes whirl so high above us that I can no longer distinguish friend from foe,

Friends, I’ve lost so many since then.

Time isn’t kind, even to the survivors,

“The worst war in history” means nothing to it.

All I can do is survive and wait.

 

When I was seventeen, the world fell apart.

I’ve never seen anything like this before,

Men standing up left and right in the streets,

Spouting racist slurs in chants I never wanted to hear.

Red hats parade down the road and I can no longer distinguish friend from foe,

Friends, I’ve lost so many since then,

Time isn’t kind, even to the survivors,

“The worst mass shooting in history” means nothing to it.

All I can do is survive and wait.

 
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sconner1474

I'm a senior in high school and I'm looking forward to building my skills as a poet before I head college. My style right now is spoken word but I'm hoping to expand my horizons. "Either write things worth reading or do things worth writing."- Ben Franklin

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