Urban Warfare

Urban Warfare




Knock Knock, tick tocks the clock,
post traumatic syndrome head trauma shock.
Glock Glock, click pop weapon stock,
three dimensional residential sniper kill shot on lock.

Hippity Hop, bee bop the music stops,
scattered brats panic attack, raiding cops.
Ding Dong, ping pong ball bounce bops,
sad sadistic, unrealistic, urban firearm goes pop, pop, pop!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Hicks Avatar
March 7, 2016 at 3:25 AM
This was really different, Damien. It had such a bouncy rhythm for what is quite the disturbing topic. I wasn't sure if I was reading Dr. Seuss ... or Stephen King. Very cool poem!
Davey Avatar
February 25, 2016 at 4:57 PM
Brilliant! Mark was right your simplistic language interspersed with the unfolding tragedy, couldn't of said it better myself!
Knight Avatar
February 29, 2016 at 12:28 AM
Not sure if its brilliant but thanks for the vote of confidence
Mark Avatar
February 25, 2016 at 7:43 AM
Very dramatic write, the simplistic language used interspersed with the unfolding tragedy,....well done
Knight Avatar
February 25, 2016 at 4:54 PM
Thank you very much Mark
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