Scars

We looked back at our crumbling homes

The sight of the war,

the “Boom!” of the bombs

Had merely become a monotone drone

Dimming the cries for help

We knew we were alone


Hostile planes filled the air

The smell of blood and dust

A yelp of pain

And bombed buildings,

Faded away any trust

Leaving only hate behind

Any hope – resigned


Freedom had been a fantasy

A dream, distant away

Broken and shattered

The thought of a better day


Abysmal are my memories

Of a childhood gone by

With the rings of guns, and dreadful cries

You can still see the pain

Floating in my eyes

A corrupt world

A scarred life