History Class Poem
By xXxHannahxXx •
Taste the soot
and the smoke
in a blood loss complexion
as the last plume of life
bleeds into the black sky
and the eyes
of the dead
yeild us no detection
of councious thought and reconisition
just soul less motion and submission
see the pale
hands of ice
as they drive in direction
of quickening pace
that none can maintain
and they fumble
and fail
and lose all conception
of beauty,love and full sensation
to these they never find relation
we watch them bloom and billow like smoke in dire night
as the hopes that people live for abandon and take flight
the countless and the hope less gave all they could give
and yet they were forced to die just so they could live.