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My Family The Dead
The bombs were dropped.
Two seconds and the explosion hit.
Cowering under the old dining room table.
Covering our ears where we sit.
Not knowing if our turn was next,
My blood was pumping quick.
I felt like death was watching me,
A feeling of terror that made me feel sick.
The earth trembled beneath my feet,
My ears pounding from the sound.
Too afraid to open my eyes,
For fear that my house was no longer around.
In the dark slowly opened my eyes,
In time to see an intense light.
A force so great I began to fly,
The dark room turned to day from night.
In panic I lay still,
In pain I did not shift.
For fright that more rubble would fall on me,
A muscle I did not lift.
Forever had passed,
By now moved on the planes of war.
I reached with my arm to get up,
But when I looked it was not their anymore.
With a chocking scream,
I stared at where once belonged my arm.
It was dirty but not bleeding.
My panicky heart raced in alarm.
My arm was not longer a concern,
When I saw my mothers body next to me.
I shook her in attempt to wake her up,
But her life now ceased to be.
What used to be my home,
Now nothing more than a butcher shed.
My home was now a graveyard.
For my family, the dead.
