Poetry

I duck down and hide in fear
Whenever I see them come near
Their faces masked, their bodies cloaked
Drenched in blood, their shirts were soaked

I read about them in the paper
Locked inside my house where I’m safer
Many injured, many dead
Is this how it will go ahead? 

In concealment, we are forced to live
It wouldn’t hurt to just forgive
We can make this a better place
If you’d think we are one race

This can end in tragedy
And cause untold misery
If they don’t care and do what they want
These mistakes will come back to haunt

Many people left this lovely place
It was a sorry sight, their sad face
They had to leave their things behind
Moving with what little they could find

Why must this go on; Why cant it end
Why cant we be brothers; Even good friends? 
Something tells me its gonna be alright
When they finally vanished from our sight

Its been several weeks from that day
And it will hopefully remain that way
Everything seems calm and life’s going quite well
But will it start again, nobody can tell.