They carved through the sky,
cut through the throats
of the silent clouds,
unyielding
Igniting the flames of hate,
blowing on the blaze of anger,
dancing with the torch of fear.
In the early morning,
life
cut down, shot beyond meaning.
They carried hatred
on a sling around their necks
and screamed the war cry of
anarchy.
They did not know it then
that they ended so many more lives
than they knew.
For they killed the ones they left behind.
cut through the throats
of the silent clouds,
unyielding
Igniting the flames of hate,
blowing on the blaze of anger,
dancing with the torch of fear.
In the early morning,
life
cut down, shot beyond meaning.
They carried hatred
on a sling around their necks
and screamed the war cry of
anarchy.
They did not know it then
that they ended so many more lives
than they knew.
For they killed the ones they left behind.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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