a poem

The bombs began to fall

There were flashes beyond the walls

A child playing with a ball

ran down the long hall

Then we heard death’s call

 

What lay in the courtyard below?

A child’s charred doll

 

I now have dreams

filled with screams

 

China 81

 

copyright 2016 – larrysmusings.com

Have anything to say?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s