Warzone Poem by Marcquiese Burrell

Took from me each and every weekend
when there seems there's been no reason
45's caught another life
this is how the world ends
Hurting is the child trapped in the whirlwind
the world is getting heavy with fears
and rivers flowing steady with tears
heart feels unwelcomed when has it seldom
when it can not settle
into a state of ease
there's people running and plenty screaming
the hate is fed to a slew of demons
where love is starving,
desperately pleading to stay alive
Once was a time where we stood united
the mission was to accomplish peace and harmony
touching almost every heart that have exist
when have we become unfriendly
or satisfied seeing others unhappy
there's no way around it, there's no escaping
flipping the channels for the
news there's live coverage
reports of yet another whose heart has stopped.
How can any be content in these days?
experiencing death as a wave
it's a constant reminder no ones safe
mankind is lethal on how they treat you
it's no secret that ain't based on faith
we've been divided like the states
Got to be home before the clock strikes eight
and it isn't up for a debate
that's how you cover the backs of present soldiers
by weighing the odds to lay on their shoulders
because there's a war, never leave em unguarded
make sleep come easy when the mind isn't paranoid
or taking into overdrive just not knowing
Anticipating everymove that life will make
and who is the next they will try and take
not having to wait close to the phone
and recieving that dreadful call
that'll leave your spirit in ruins
is the moment the time stops moving
there are killings
so, so chilling
streets painted with blood of the innocent
those who find targets not believing life is significant
It's a road between right and wrong they choose
And each fading day an ounce of humanity they lose
Just look around and you would see how convincing
All there is left is someone whose resisting
The calm of a storm that's loud and brewing
If only they had an idea of what it is their doing
It can remind them of what they are losing
But a dose of reality taken is the last resort
their world turned ugly there's no support
Where there was once beauty there is carnage
A city with promise is filled with tarnish
And the battle of the streets will see few survive
Every day is a new type of struggle
But I ain't trying to be dead but alive
coming out the warzone