May 2022
Bomb blasts filled the air
Concrete flew about
Rubble crowding the horizon
Corpses lying about
The air seemed still
No living being made a sound
Yet birds screeched in agony
As a murmur arose from the ground
"...the sky is on fire."
Concrete flew about
Rubble crowding the horizon
Corpses lying about
The air seemed still
No living being made a sound
Yet birds screeched in agony
As a murmur arose from the ground
"...the sky is on fire."
Based on a poetry prompt found on Pinterest, to write a poem using the phrase: "the sky is on fire".
