White has fled

It's raining bullets,

Flowing red.

Crimson and black,

We're all afraid.

Where words are lost,

With life in dark.

The river's scared

Of crossing the mark.

Kissing the ground

The grenades fall.

A piercing whistle-

That's my call.

Those little hands

Now covered in blood,

Will soon be drowned

In a big dead flood.

The fangs of death

Pierce parched skin.

We're losing them

Who didn't know sin.

All dreams are torn.

All eyes are dim.

To hide or breathe,

Chances are slim.

What's wrong and right,

Is not required.

With this war,

What's acquired?

Hope's hopeless,

A damaged core.

Do not pray

For an encore.