War

Finally rescue planes landed

For us who lay there stranded

Staring at the faces of bodies disembodied

Wondering will the next one be me?

Only that they weren't rescued ones as much as they were the fighter ones

Not everything is fair in war for what followed surely wasn't

Our fault, born on this side of land, our death sentence

Levelled us with pellets, burnt out bodies and with it, our innocence