War Zone

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Poetry

War Zone 

 

The people I met before,

Made war with us.

We had to stay in the loft,

Instead of the basement.

 

Everywhere were fire-arms,

And I had a child;

Whom I had to protect,

A tiny little baby.

 

Finally they found us,

A woman approached us;

And with a board in her hands,

She came kicking me.

Against my skull;

I fooled around.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A dream I had.

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