by Leo Callanen

 

Right as the bombs went off,

It was a glorious, stunning,

Display of perfect

Destruction. Almost, perfect. 

Left to rot once more, 

Even you wouldn’t help me.

 

My childhood was wasted

Exactly like this. How nostalgic. 

 

Tattered clothes and 

Hard concrete floors,

It’s all too familiar to me.

Squalor is all I’ve known.