After the smoke brushed against the trees, the ashes fell, and there was nothing
The small straw houses were vacant and burnt down, all but
One girl. She stood motionless in the midst of the smoke, she had a look of hurt
The smoke cleared and she was gone, she left
She left my life and left me standing here
I’ll never know the end to that story. There was nothing
I was filled with anger and frustration but
That wouldn’t change anything. The bullets
Scattered on the dirt road and
Suddenly I’m no longer frustrated, the only thing remains is pain