Sinister Sun Poem by Junate Ers.

The player kicked the ball, wild and obsessive
It was a shot to the goal out of sight
On the other end of the world, pretty far and aggressive
The guy pointed his gun with might
To the kids sitting and gazing in fright
The Kids who are as innocent as a new life
But, their young feet trembling under a sinister sun.
The goalie was breathless as the ball swooped on to him,
The guy just pulled the trigger of the gun,
Mickies and Doras smeared with red,
That moment, their eyes were open and sad.
The goalie opened up his arms asking for mercy,
Having missed the ball heading to the net.
It got silent after the horrid indecency,
Tiny bodies fell down quiet and dead.
Without a reason, but just a treacherous hate
The Blue Team won the game and raised the trophy,
The losing fans shed tears for their team
The media were full of game pictures pompous and fluffy
Of kids, nothing, forget about a news stream
Already they were buried under a lonely pine tree.
I would bow to you man as helpless,
No wonder, you still think you are mature and free!