September drabbles - 9
He fought in the last war, he thinks; a long long time ago, or yesterday. Heard Humvees in the streets last night and ran from flashing lights.
It’s when you see her carrying the baby in her arms, you realize—it’s in her eyes—she’s out to terrorize.
He fought in the last war. Today, he couldn’t quite remember what to say, so many questions flying by, wanting to hide or turn away.
It’s when he reached under his coat because his side was hurting, then the policeman fired. And here on lonely streets of home this lonely soldier died.
It’s when you see her carrying the baby in her arms, you realize—it’s in her eyes—she’s out to terrorize.
He fought in the last war. Today, he couldn’t quite remember what to say, so many questions flying by, wanting to hide or turn away.
It’s when he reached under his coat because his side was hurting, then the policeman fired. And here on lonely streets of home this lonely soldier died.
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