Black Days - Poem by Douglas McClarty
I lived in the most dangerous
part of the world
At first I felt alone. I was petrified,
but I survived.
The bombs the bullets
killing my friends, neighbours
Bullets flying, bombs exploding,
the eve of destruction.
But I survived I survived,
I wasn't, ready to die
It made me wonder how evil grows
sprinkled by hate
But there could be a new generation
with an explanation
Why did it happen,
is there a cure for diseased corrupt minds.
I just had to move on
this long and scary winding road.
Things just looked very cold
I'll maybe die before I'm old
Each day I become more immune
to what's on my TV
Living in this dead mans town
oh god I long to be free.
Could they not see nobody's right
if everybody's wrong
Two sides kept singing
two very different victory songs.
Through this all I keep looking
for the shoots of sanity
Can we all not live like others
, eat, live and die in peace.
Or watch their apprentices
building the walls of hate
I now just live day by day
hoping their walls will tumble.
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