The dying
The dead
The forgotten
The unlived dreams.
She was 12
He was 8
They trailed west
But just became meat
One ***** beaten, ***** and ate
The other just ate.
Shaved memories of something
Something said by somebody
Oh, a little girl
Said the sun would whirl
And the moon would bow
Means nothing to a dead and cooked cow.
They make concentric circles
In and out
The Taliban
Spreading goodness wherever they go...
Just after eating
A little boy and girl.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 3:55 PM UTC
The dying
The dead
The forgotten
The unlived dreams.
She was 12
He was 8
They trailed west
But just became meat
One ***** beaten, ***** and ate
The other just ate.
Shaved memories of something
Something said by somebody
Oh, a little girl
Said the sun would whirl
And the moon would bow
Means nothing to a dead and cooked cow.
They make concentric circles
In and out
The Taliban
Spreading goodness wherever they go...
Just after eating
A little boy and girl.