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Perspective
I am not a fighter
Nor am I a lover
I am underneath you
Solid and true.
I am your stability
I am your humility
I am the earth
Crumbling with hurt.
Planes fly overhead
Dropping bombs anywhere
I am their deathbed
Of their bloodshed everywhere.
Screams fly through the air
Bullets follow after them
They slaughter without care
I cannot clean up after them.
I am soaked
Wet in red
Stifled and choked
I will too be dead.
By AdrianeYeung