Home is not what it once was,
Where there were walls,
There are now deep holes,
Where there once were houses,
Is where they drop bombs.
***
A playground bully,
Elevated to a position of power,
Taking his petty hatred,
Out on the average person,
Children, Fathers and Mothers.
***
Home is supposed to be safe,
Where friends will visit,
And family will call,
Not somewhere to be scared,
Of the next bomb that falls.

©The Pesky Poet

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