The Shots Heard around the Country
Rapid fire,
it fires through the air.
Screams escape mouths,
he aims without a worry, without a care.
The city is broken,
the country in tears.
The country huddles,
now becoming peers.
Such a sad thought that death brings us together,
but one day we will unite forever.
Now, the people sleep,
surrounded by nightmares.
This poem is about:
My country