Bombs And Bullets Poem by Dorsey Baker

Bombs And Bullets



The bombs come down
Millions of people
Trying to
Get to
A place of safety!
firecracker sound of bullets
Destroy the silence
Grim reality
The ugly face of war
It appears once again!
The bombs come down
The death toll goes up!

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