Thursday, December 28, 2017

CROSSFIRE

somewhere on the border
two armies exchanged fire
a bloody round of violence
fueled by senseless ire
a young boy lay dying
he didn’t have chance
caught in the crossfire
a victim of circumstance
born into endless conflict
he was exposed to hate
now in his shortened life
he met this tragic fate
caught in the crossfire
pinned against a wall
the young boy lay dying
a lesson for us all

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