Blown away
Dan Dean
March 21, 2010
Sitting there shivering in the sun, with a look on his face which portrays his fate, holding onto a ray of hope amongst the fields of despair.
Another scream fills the air, another mother finds her baby.
He shakes his head and the thought that he had to ponder whether getting up to lend a hand fills him with dread.
His world has come to this.
The sound of jets, the stench of bombs is what he has grown to know.
A siren goes by and another piece of him is shaved away.
A wind kicks up and he is blown away.
Another scream fills the air, another mother finds her baby.
He shakes his head and the thought that he had to ponder whether getting up to lend a hand fills him with dread.
His world has come to this.
The sound of jets, the stench of bombs is what he has grown to know.
A siren goes by and another piece of him is shaved away.
A wind kicks up and he is blown away.
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