all hide, all hide
the bells are ringing
the city is burning
the hearts are pounding
or not moving at all.
all hide, all hide
close the doors
shut the windows
grab the children
and save yourself.
all hide, all hide
dead people
stacked bodies
impaled heads
on sharp metal rods.
all hide, all hide
the cemeteries emptied
the dead freed
the living hunted
forced to hide until the sunrise.
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Poetrypieces of creative writing or poetry inspired by situations or places
