Social Issues Poem
Guns firing.
Planes flying by.
Bombs are dropping.
The war sounds are getting closer and closer.
A bag of clothes under my pillow.
Ready to leave at anytime.
I hear the whistling of a bomb.
Decided it’s time to go.
By: Matt
Photo Credit: <a href=”http://www.flickr.com/photos/7861282@N04/4607596970/”>Oscar in the middle</a> via <a href=”http://compfight.com”>Compfight</a> <a href=”http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.0/”>cc</a>