Planes overhead crash, bombs flash. Bullets fall from the sky.
Violet streaks, blackness falls, the sun whispers good-bye.
Bare feet on sharp rocks pound, shaken and scared but I can’t voice a sound.
Home approaches, a place to hide, while the chaos remains outside.
My door slams, the shutters shake, with shivering panting breath,
Ominous silence, knees quake, caught by sudden death.
[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2013 EDITION]
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