Poems from austinprete
The one million
Some fathers
Some mothers
Others are brothers
Or sisters
And sons
Or daughters
They are valuable
They are individuals ...
A war is raging
A new kind of warfare
Not nuclear
Not chemical
Not conventional
But emotional
Our weapons of mass destruction
Aren't...
It begins to take hold
I start to feel... cold
My breathing slows
But nobody knows
I'm alone in this place
Feels like outer space
The pain...