PainPainPain3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
'Don't cry little brother,' I whispered.
I could hear him silently whimper.
A day so bright and fair
Had rapidly turned into a nightmare.
They marched solemnly into our town
While our parents watched wearing a frown.
Guns, Tanks, Multi-barrels.
While advancing, people they mangled.
We piled into our van with apparent haste.
Dad got on last, fear on his face.
He suddenly fell down limp and pallid.
For a moment I saw the angels rally,
Each of them clad in white.
His soul left him without a fight.
We all watched him, helpless, limp and frail;
But we had to escape in haste.
Through my salty tears and sobbing,
'Don't cry little brother, he'll be alright.'
No more dad. Dad was dead.
Mom was stricken with fear and dread.
I hugged my brother tight
As we hid under the seats that night.
Our house had been blown to bits
By those vile, ferocious terrorists.
We packed the van with family and friends.
In this van, could we escape them?
I watched my brother curled up in his seat