Shot
Hand in hand with my mother that day,Then I saw the masked men; all was dismay
Deadly pellets lurched right and left,
This couldn't be what they called; a theft?
I could smell the musky scent of blood,
As my mother fell with a dull thud
My body felt airborne and cold,
I was shot, fearful and un-bold
The Devils inside me screamed and burst,
Until they dissolved into the sea of red, lurching with thirst
Like in the wind; shelved pebbles,
My brethren fell, with the slightest trembles
Glazed eyes to the ceiling,
My life went, ebbing and peeling
A throb so painful my lungs could not breathe,
My screams were silent, excluded from relief
Save me from this torturous thunder,
Before I enter my eternal slumber.
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