War At Home Poem by alao azeez

Running, running, running, running
I see them running
'please why are you running? ' I tried to ask
but no one wait to answer me

Boom, boom, boom, boom
'what is this? '
I ran to the tower
there, I hide alone

Soon, they marched forward like soldiers
they are obviously warriors not soldiers
shouting, shooting, smoking
two sides they appears
fools versus idiots

People are shot
coming not the protectors
they are amoral

Hours later
I came out and joined the racers
atmosphere was flexible
gone the warriors are.