From deep under the surface
Something stirs
The people of this city
Experienced a tragedy
A horror so traumatizing
The city walls and store blocks
Are scarred, both inside and out
Bullet holes and burnt buildings
Cemeteries filled with graves
Tombs of those who died
When the wrath rushed through
But still it lives on,
The city filled with natives and tourists alike
People sell, people buy
People remember but still people die
It is now a historic monument
But slowly the city repairs
Revealing only a faint scab
Fixed by reality
People say they will always remember
But how long 'til the scab is gone?
Lost, inside the flesh
Apr 13, 2012
Apr 13, 2012 at 1:40 PM UTC
From deep under the surface
Something stirs
The people of this city
Experienced a tragedy
A horror so traumatizing
The city walls and store blocks
Are scarred, both inside and out
Bullet holes and burnt buildings
Cemeteries filled with graves
Tombs of those who died
When the wrath rushed through
But still it lives on,
The city filled with natives and tourists alike
People sell, people buy
People remember but still people die
It is now a historic monument
But slowly the city repairs
Revealing only a faint scab
Fixed by reality
People say they will always remember
But how long 'til the scab is gone?
Lost, inside the flesh
Written after I returned from a trip there in 2007. (8th grade)
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