Arson.
The house is burning,
The children scream,
The wheels are turning,
What's black was once cream.
Gases and smoke,
Choking the air,
Mothers and fathers,
Cry in despair.
Death and turmoil,
Inside of their bodies,
Caskets lay open,
About to be buried.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry of the Heart.
PoetryPoems that have accumilated my folders through the years. I thought I should publish them, and let others see them.
