When the Bombs Began to Drop

Two years before,

The bombs began to drop.

We were in our homes

When the first plane’s

Drone was heard above.

The crash was heard not long after.

Our neighbors down the block

Were crushed under their house.

When the mayor

Was murdered two months later,

Death conquered the town.

With homemade knives

And hunting rifles,

We fought back.

But we are not soldiers.

I am alone now.

My town destroyed,

My friends murdered,

My family killed.

I buried my wife

And my children

With my bare hands,

But who is left to bury me?