That's the third thud tonight
We're not moved by it
This water induced bout
Makes for beautiful child tears.
Raindrops of masonry
And carpet bombs of mortar
Like every other weekday
Shouting bloody murder.
We're meant to be silent
As rivers run red
Awakenly sleeping
In not so sturdy beds.
That's the fourth thud tonight
Molesting our ears
Inducing monotone cries
And Rebecca's child tears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As rivers run red! Thanks for sharing