|No More (standard:poetry, 114 words)|
|Author: Serious Soundless||Added: Dec 08 2000||Views/Reads: 2110/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|War, drama, planes, village - what more could I say? Not one of my best.|
No More People running, carrying children, Ants deserting their nest. Children scream, tripping, falling, Like a kettle left to boil. People descending into bomb shelters, Like animals hiding from the hunter. The siren screeching above the voices, A pig being slaughtered. The planes cutting the clouds, Eagles coming for the kill. Women weeping, children not sleeping, Unrest creeping down your spine. The night busy, Moles going underground. The streets empty, As quiet as a graveyard. The smell of dinners left cooking. A child crying, Falling raindrops on a dry night. No sleep tonight A crash as the planes release their destruction. A blaze of light, A star on its last shine, Then, No more. Tweet
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