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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The big game: 22 of 33

Your eyes are empty and cold I can taste anguish on your breath You look as if you have just experienced death I'm sorry you have been caught up in this big game You question me accusingly Piercing my soul into two You whisper where were you? Where were you When I lay my cheek On a lifeless body that could not speak Where were you When a mother felt the wrath of a bomb And her child cried out for her mom Where were you When I lay amongst the debris My family's blood drawn upon my knee Please, I'm sorry you have been caught up in this cruel game I look away Unable to meet those eyes Shuttin...
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