Asphalt Fields
Uneven paved streets
Tear at young inosence
Battle fields of wicked powders
Lay bloodied lifeless bodies
Forgotten families
Raped by adolescent assassins
Moon sick mothers
Watch their own drown in pools of tar and rocks
They kiss them in the morning
As if their last
Defeated men
Once strong as iron
Stagger out of step
Shouting answers to the deaf ear of these streets
Life is a daily ad-lib
A play of death
Shadows a hidden cast of bloody smiles
Gleaming corner to corner
We pray for rain
Hard blinding rain
A magic blanket
For young soilders to make it home
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