War At Home
Running, running, running, running
I see them running
'please why are you running? ' I tried to ask
but no one wait to answer me
Boom, boom, boom, boom
'what is this? '
I ran to the tower
there, I hide alone
Soon, they marched forward like soldiers
they are obviously warriors not soldiers
shouting, shooting, smoking
two sides they appears
fools versus idiots
People are shot
coming not the protectors
they are amoral
Hours later
I came out and joined the racers
atmosphere was flexible
gone the warriors are.
poem by Alao Azeez
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