War Made Orphans Make War
A bullet in the face. Red blood spurting out.Faces stretched in fear. Feet stumbling while running.
Feet stumbling on each other. Bodies falling.
Dust everywhere. Faces stretched in fear.
Blackened by dust. Dust mingled with blood.
Faces blackened and wet. Feet caught in feet.
Feet on top of bodies. Feet running. Faces
Crumpled into a myriad expressions expressing
Fear. Bullets flying everywhere. The sound?
Shrill. Shooting past ears. Heading to faces
Frozen in fear. Covered in blood. Blackened by dust.
Poetry by Sameen
Written on 2025-12-31 at 17:11
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