THE BOMB
The bomb dropped taking us by surprise
Nobody headed the warnings
Nobody listened to the cries
We’ve all survived but the scars will remain
Cut deep into memory.
On the morning after we went outside
To stare at the ruins of our house
Brother and sister delved deep into the damage
Finding a ripped photograph.
The picture is all we have left to look at
Memories crushed beneath rubble and regret
A family in two trapped behind burnt paper
Happy but oh so sad.
Mother snatches one half
And father takes the other
Left standing there I can’t help but cry
For the fire continues to rise.
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