Let the war begin.
missiles fired from afar
high above bombs are dropped,
missiles fall, bombs explode.
Down below,
fire and noise;
smoke and dust, lights go out,
and buildings gone,
streets on fire,
we cannot see,
there’s panic now,
rush here, rush there.
Help must come!
The noise is deafening,
buildings are falling,
women screaming,
bombs exploding. Hundreds dead.
People wounded, bodies flung far and wide.
Streets are blocked,
debris scattered everywhere.
People dying, many crying,
many injured,
blood and flesh are everywhere.
many bodies to repair.
Hospitals hit, no medicine, no bandage,
no support and all the time the bombs are falling.
The reason for this War?
Victory won country conquered!
But, many people have been killed because of this?
Never mind we’ll repair; we’ll make new,
big profits to be found!
But, what happens now?
Bob Blackwell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/war-57/
