Lobotomised
thoughts
seep to the floor,
as another hole is torn
into the hope
we once held so sure.
The sound that poured
into the cracks from the void
have now soiled this earth.
So please try to avoid.
We are now no longer
mostly harmless.
We are fierce and dumb.
Our thoughts run,
but they don’t cling on
to anything good,
They only think
with the gun.
Little plastic army men
playing war,
but the weapons are not
pretend, and it is
real blood that pours.
Someone turned out the lights...
No more life.
A sad goodbye
as a mother cries,
all dressed in black,
mourning the loss.
They only ever
return in a box,
or with any life
knocked from their eyes
from the constant shock
of the missile fire.
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