Bother
My mother tells me not to worry
I'm young
These things shouldn't bother me
But they linger
At the back of my mind
Deep in the thoughts that I sometimes express
ISIS is getting larger
Beheading, burning, imprisoning
Any one they see fit
Christians, Muslims, foreigners
Children, women, the elderly
Brave men and women who fight them everyday
It scares me
To be staring into the unknown
To be on the verge of what could be world war three
I'm not ready for any of it
But sometimes,
You have to suck it up and fight for what's right.
Copyright © Pome G | Year Posted 2015
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