We cry for it but no one hears us. We are just children, our voices are too weak. Our ears hear only mourning and the gunshots that precede it. Our eyes see only the agony of our homelands while our peoples fall. WE can smell the air as our homes burn to ashes. We can feel the children of our race shaking in mindless fear as we hold them and try to soothe, but we soon find we have run out of comfort we can give. Already they have seen lives end before they were lived. They have seen a lifetime of suffering in the last traumatic hours alone. There is no way to end the nightmare, it is inside of us and them.
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- Drabbles by trekkergirl.
200 points, ended September 2, 2008, 22 entries
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Comments
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I like it, it's interesting and kept me reading, I know it's short, but it was really good! It seemed so deep, so real. Great job =DD
-Dani -
Interesting. I think this one has a lot of questions that are deep. One can pray for world peace but to be honest I don't think it will be in our lifetime. Though one could hope otherwise. Thanks for joining the contest good luck
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