Conditions of Use
Walking through the city,
Not even a peep.
All I could hear was the wind whistling,
The leaves whispering restlessly.
A voice coming from miles away,
The sun faded and the moon smiled,
Suddenly I was in a different place.
Glass shattered on the floor,
Doors making creaking sounds!
Black charcol skies,
Burned black grass,
A half occupied country.
Tears rolling down every kid's cheek
Wiping their dirty face
Smiles are wiped away, replaced by frowns
Happiness replaced by sadness
Why isn't it peaceful?
Where birds and butterflies fly freely in the sky
and flowers bloom brightly.
Where grass is green and the sky is crystal clear.
Where people laugh and rarely cry,
Where we have a better and peaceful life.
Article posted April 28, 2009 at 12:47 AM •
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