The last day
The sky shuddered and the windows flew open.
I sat crouched in a very small corner of my room.
I hadn’t heard firing in a long time, and just when,
I thought it was all over there was a loud BOOM.

My heart started beating faster,
And a tear fell on my cheek.
My chest hurt like hell,
When I heard an ear piercing shriek,

Recent scenes flashed before my eyes,
When my mom had jumped in front of me.
Bullets had rammed into her and she had,
Fallen straight into my arms on her knee.

I know I have to be brave and not fear,
For my mom had told me so and I will,
I will not surrender until my last breath.
No matter whomever they kill.

I have to think of happy thoughts,
The numerous times I played in the yard.
It used to be filled with kids and fun,
But now with blood it is charred.

No, no I am going off course,
I have to believe I can survive.
No matter what the circumstances,
For my mom I have to stay alive,

Power surged in my veins,
I got up to go outside.
But then there was firing again,
And I jumped out of my hide.

I thought how pathetic I was,
But then I realized that to stay alive.
I had to be clever and outwit them,
At the very top I would have to arrive.

Suddenly the door flung open,
And armed men rushed in.
I had been cornered in my own room,
They looked at me; so weak, so thin.

And laughed and laughed and laughed.
Beads of sweat formed on my face,
With no way out, I expected myself,
To shiver and then die in disgrace.

But my legs had plans of their own.
I found myself rushing towards the windows,
And I looked down from the seventh floor.
This is the death that I chose.

As I am falling I think about my mom,
I am sorry I didn’t live another day.
My blood spilt on the ground,
And I felt my soul slip away.