Run, Run, run!
My lungs bang
Against my ribs.
I’m so tired
I can’t stand this!
War all around me
Death at my feet
They’re right behind me
Oh God, help me!
I can see my friends
Out there in the sand
I run to them before
I collapse where I stand.
We curse Al-Quida
The whole lot of them
For killing our people
For taking our land.
We stand up tall
And they see us rise
We’re clear in sight
For a bullets home.
I’ll miss you mom
I’ll miss you dad
I tried to run
I wasn’t so fast
War all around me
I can hear everything
No one has killed me
It was all just a dream. . .