Greener Gardens

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic

The gunshot’s echo, weapon’s roar

Herald conflict, hate, and war.


The tales are told, as old as time,

Of acts both heinous and divine.


But on this dark and fateful day,

The skies were clear, no longer gray,

The enemies were kept at bay,

And streets looked safe...or so they say.


Stomachs rumbled, muscles weak,

To eat, the family must seek.


So parents run with child in tow,

Ever watchful, carefully, they go.


They travel, scurry, quickly, run,

To dodge the bomb, the knife, the gun.


The child holds on to parents dear

Ensuring, always, both are near.


A whistle, sudden, hairs did raise,

Impact, crash, the street ablaze,

In its wake a thickened haze,

The child, alone, with eyes agaze.


From the smoke a shadow comes,

And louder beat the warring drums.


A hooded figure reaches nearer,

Is more defined, intentions clearer.


His face at once stranger and friend,

To the child, his hands extend.


“My boy, I wish for you to see,

Your fate, as it stands presently.”


And in his mind the child was shown,

The suffering he will have known,

With parents gone, and left alone,

And though he had just hardly grown,

His face was cold, but skin and bone,

And deeply etched, as chiseled stone.


“See, my child, what comes of strife,

A painful, wretched, horrid life.


I offer thee another way,

Of joy, of love, free from decay.”


And in this time the child had seen,

New visions and was eager, keen,

Not for pain, what would have been,

But happiness, a slate wiped clean.


“Come child, follow, take my hand,

I shall release you of this land,


To greener gardens I will guide,

And wonders that await inside.”


As smoke gave way to air more clear,

Not child, nor figure did appear.


While parents laid, strewn on the road,

Around them dogs of war had rode,


A sight, a hint, a fate foretold,

Small shoes, a stain where blood had flowed.

Submitted: March 26, 2021

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Muhammad Murad

I like it!

Mon, March 29th, 2021 6:12pm


Thank you!

Mon, March 29th, 2021 12:23pm

Muhammad Murad

I like the imaginary land of "To greener gardens I will guide"

Mon, March 29th, 2021 6:13pm

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