I am home

A mother shouts
I am home
Who cares
Doesn’t she know
All the children are dead!

 

A mother shouts
In the empty air
The children are out
The children are gone
The air
Is empty

 

They came across a police car
They came across a bikers gang
They came across a flying bullet
Who cares
They are statistics now.

 

A mother shouts
I am home

 

BAM! Bitch!

You are dead.
 
May 20, 2015
 

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About alaindesade

Novelist, songwriter and philosopher. Has special interest in human relations, evolution of mind, inter-cultural complications, and the concept of God.
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