My heart races with each step I take
as I duck beside the riverbank.
Engines are roaring and children are crying
and I watch Peace lay there dying.
Dust decorates my body like tangled spider webs across my skin.
Blood stains the ground like a field of red roses.
Bombs go off like fatal fireworks in the ash strewn sky.
Bullets pierce my skin like black thorns in a thicket of death.
Suddenly I want to groan.
Suddenly I feel so alone.
My freedom now, I cannot buy.
Please God, I do not want to die.
From the Fish in the Fishbowl 