All I see is dead bodies,
I thought I was going to see trees and grass,
Laying where my home used to be
Where I learned to fly
Had my first chicks,
Seeing a gun being carried made of the trees I grew up in,
An flag symbolizing freedom
All I hear is gunfire bang.
The bloody ground covered in bodys.
A bomb flying past me like Mr. Muir’s Great Grandma skydiving.
Falling, killing,
Causing people blisters in their lungs,
Causing them to be blind,
But all I can think about is my home
Its gone
Never the same
I will always remember What I saw this day,
It will never be the same.