M.I.A. Poem by Jennifer Rose

Bullets resounding in dry air.
Blood staining uniforms
Cries and shouts across the field
No one could hear what was
really going on
People lifeless on the ground.
Memoirs being taken from
their discolored clothing.
Breathlessness spreading like wildfire.
War breaking out all over.
Families at home feeling the
pain of separation.
Not knowing if they'll ever return.
Do they not see?
No matter what happens,
it's for the desire to be free.