bombs – Colleen Keller Breuning

Withered Sunflowers

Withered Sunflowers Smoke and flames frame the horizon;Red blood runs cold, hope forsaking.Distant gunshots are growing closer,And the sinister skies are breaking. Families torn, they flee the border,Clutching withered sunflowers in hand.A demented monster unleashes terror,And destruction spills across the land. The rain beats down upon my windowOn this endless and forlorn day.I crave yourContinue reading “Withered Sunflowers”

War

War life’s an illusionwe are lead to delusionswall of confusion the world isn’t roundstrange shenanigans aboundas bombs hit the ground minutes are crawlingthe salt of my tears fallingand change is calling in world of misdeedspeace destroyed by pride and greedyou are all I need Colleen Keller BreuningJanuary 29, 2021 For some reason, the topic broughtContinue reading “War”