If I could fly away, I go and never return.
away from the war and blood and the tears,
and from the fighting, the hateful words, dust choked nightmares.
I'd go to a place where brothers don't kill brothers, where thy neighbor is you friend
and people actually care and never want the peace to end.
I look up at the red tinged sky and tears run down my face,
why doesn't everyone want to live in a better place.
I was having a really weird day and then I wrote this poem....
There was a canon ball in my room.
It bounced off the wall,
destroyed the night stand,
frightened the cat,
and clobbered me flat.
It rolled on the floor,
crushing my shoes,
bounced out the door,
and into the hall.
I could hear my dad yelp
as it stomped on his toes,
and then out the front door,
and tackled the dog.
I'm not really sure where that canon ball went
but it took out your fence,
a mail box,
three kids on a bench.
So you better watch out
just in case,
cause you might just wake up
to that lost canon ball.
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