Rain drops falling like kamikazes
Bent on reaching the ground
With an iron will and a liquid body
It’s a shame then what we found.
Clouds icing the sky
Cold like thunder;
As the rain drops died,
Their bodies torn asunder.
Mortar shells blasting in the distance,
Lightning rods begging and shouting
Beggars believing they must listen
For their bitter world was drowning.
Sadness in the form of a falling glacier
Drone strikes firing to duel
Policemen acting like saviors
And the freezing sky so cruel.
Enveloped in water,
The reaction so nervous.
Innocents being slaughtered
Their killing a disservice.
Ceaseless fighting,
Endless crying,
Boundless lightning,
All so blinding.
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