My Wrath *2003

Anger has spilled hatred in it's growing rage Guns raining blood Sounding cries and screams Freeze the falling tear To match their icy hearts Retaliating with fire Burning into history's part. Souls bound by weight Sad spirits weep Laughter and smiles forgotten Now acquainted with fear. Bodies buried in shallow graves Left to mingle with death Silence surviving all these years Drowned by emptiness Calm quiet kin Too stubborn to fall Cherish this every moment Destroying our salvation. This was a poem I wrote on terrorism back when I was a teen. I don't remember if it was for school or just to get something out of my system but there it is.