S c r e a m
Something drops, a bomb resounds-
People flee their dying town.
Fires hot- the scorch of bricks.
The old, the young, healthy, sick.
Split, and hustle, send them out.
Hope and pray they hear the shout
The two that left so long ago
Hope and pray the make it home.
No one dares to make a sound,
The fire moves to higher ground.
Yet no one hears the silent scream-
The haunting, moaning, begging shriek.
Saying nothing- staring out
One eye shut, he hears the shout
Doesn't move- it's safe in here
Scotch and sick and icy fear.
The gasoline that's on the floor,
The dead man living just next door.
And as the sirens fade away,
The damp ash lost within the fray
Is laid on someone's cool, cold head.
The blanket of departeds bed.
Through the noise, he hears the sound
But it's much too damn late now
Leaning back, his eye are shut
He'll survive- it's his bad luck.
And as one goes in through the door
The tattered teddy
On …
The…
Floor…
Been watching SAINW a bit too much- another one related to the war and the Shredders take over.
