Thunder
Thunderbolts and lighting, very very frightening
Thunder crashing above my head
I am child scared in his bed
I see bright flashes in the sky
I shiver and worry am I to die?
I see the terror in my mothers’ eyes
My father trying hard to show no fear
I may be small but I am perplexed
No rain is falling, none at all?
Again and again the thunder rolls
My father whispers silently
This storm is taking its toll
Flashes still light up the night
The dawn is rising, a sleepless night
Although the thunder still over head
I hear the rumblings, of what must be tank treads
Soldiers marching, shooting at random
This is a storm I did not fathom
I closed my eyes, please don’t blame me
As the roof fell and crushed my hopes
I am now alone, staring up at a soldiers boot
I am shaking, bullets and angry faces, I shiver in fear
He points his gun, his face but a ghost
My mother and father, I know have departed
They watch above for my early arrival
The soldier turns, all of a sudden
He marches forth to bring hell a new
I am shaking still, and don’t you doubt
I wonder why he left little me about?
I am alone
No food no water
No mother no father
I am a shell
I am tomorrow’s soldier
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