The Jet Poem by Kwalombota Neeta
The Jet
The jet is coming
The jet is coming to throw bombs on us
The jet is going to destroy the buildings near my class
The jet has come
The jet has taken all the bread and vegetables
The sound of the jet, makes me uncomfortable
Boom Boom Boom
The tanks are passing in the streets
Everyone is dead
Saturday, April 4, 2015
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5/4/2024 8:52:53 AM # 1.0.0.1119
What a horrible way to live. Thank you, Kwalo for letting me see this