The Hells Of War


Bang, bash, boom

Sshssh, whistle, splat

Slammed doors

Windows crashed

Buildings collapsed

Friends missing

Hurt or

Worst of all


Sleepless nights

Sporadic meals

Clothes nasty

Body smelling skanky

From days of

Lots of running

And more walking

Corners suspicious

Bombardments needed

When does it end

When can I go home

Some stuff you just

Don’t want to remember

In the hell of war

-Jennie Nawrocki

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