Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust

Ashes to ashes,

Dust to dust.

Who’s going to be left

When the weapons hits the ground?

What will be left

Besides sweet memories?

Will anyone save us now

As the vapors fill our lungs?

All we have left is

Rubble on our streets.

I hear the screams

Of people all around.

Nothing’s left behind aside from

Our comrades at our feet.

Copyright © 2016 by Nita Pan

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