War and Conflict
Machine guns rattle.
Words being spat with hate.
No time for each other.
Only vitriol, then damnation.
There's no worry,
When its only children,
With families being destroyed.
Sniper's rifle cracks down
A bustling street, leaving
Just trickle of blood
And a worn out shoe.
© 2012
poem by Nick Strong
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