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