I'm in the kitchen
But why do the kettles screams
Bring back memories of
Sirens that spelled hundreds
Their deaths.
I'm cooking,
Yet the spittung oil sounds
Eerily familiar...
It's the rat tat tat of
Gunfire shot at the enemy
I'm by the window
But how do the
distant clip clop horse hooves
Bring back flashing images
Of innocents dropping like flies
I'm on the floor now
Why does my heavy breathing
Remind me of the last breaths
Many took on distant lands
The badum badum of my heart
A reminder of the earsplitting
BOOM of bombs dropped
The screams from my throat
In unison with those of
Cries from the past
The countries war might be over
But a new one has started in the soldiers that fought
Many of them battle with memories of the past
Many of them lose themselves in the process
A war won is a nation lost
©simmyone
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