Over The Walls
Over The Walls
Two young lads
On either sides of the wall
Bored of the gunshots
Finding peace with a ball
Once one of them
Threw the ball on the other side
Shocked by recieving the ball again
A boy found a friend.
Everyday their laughter
Would silence even the loudest of cries
Their simple catch and throw
Would make them forget of all troubles
They started talking
About books and stories
They could never share
Still they shared memories together
One shocking day
No sound was heard
The ball didn't bounce back
The boy grew anxious
He returned home crying
Only to find people praising
"Good job" said one
Another said "killing was fun"
The enemies are dead
Was chanted everywhere
Whereas cries and wails
Were heard from the other side
He solemnly looked at his father
And wailed for his loss
For now he didn't have
A person to make memories with
War and peace can
Never be achieved together
Were the last words he spoke
His pain deep; He lost a brother