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by Bob Mcgee

Created on: November 08, 2009 Last Updated: November 09, 2009

A boom and a bang go off here and there. Loud gunshots fill the air...it fills people with despair. The loud guns shots can be heard for miles, even in the lonely isles. The thick soot fills the air, it smells like machinery. It fills peoples noses and lungs with a terrible smell. It fills their minds with something worse. Horrible memories.

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Poetry: Air raids

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by Matthew Rawlins

Supersonic predators soar to their mark,
On a heading of peace, and a mission of right.
Air Raids draw scorn, and protest
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by Jon Coe

Her house stood out, along the lonely street
The bombs exploded beneath the others' feet
Some were done for and some held
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by Casalan

Grey debris clouds tone the sky,
visible through day and night.
The dense aroma of rock and ash
and machinery going 'bump'
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by Bob Mcgee

A boom and a bang go off here and there. Loud gunshots fill the air...it fills people with despair. The loud guns shots
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by Moeze Lalji

Air raids

Rush to Iraq
Catching the bystanders

The bombs are scattered
Like rain drops gone mad

Growing blood all over
Into a

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