Children running have loads of fun
wind through their hair not having a care
Cars drive by like crows in the sky
No one realizes the blackness of death
A blue car with shiny white rims
Prowls the street windows down straps out
Children running screaming
The sound of projectiles slows time
It's a vortex of bullets
Cars stop then drive
Two hours later the smell of death rises
One drive shot in the head
Three children now without friends
Families suffer, children cry
The city life is void of time
Random Things at Random Times

People lined up, dressed in queue
Costumes, buttons, hats and masks
Families, friends, odds and ends
The rope is open there isn't a chill
Thrilled patrons pile in
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The lights dim, the crowd stills
People crunching, munching away
Slurps of soda and slushies around
FLASH! BANG!
Time slows, fear consumes
Automatic fire it all turns dire
Barrage of lead flash by
Children crying, people dying
Random things at Random times
A void is formed people are torn
The smell of death and copper rising
Confused Americans, but no bold civilians
Just outsiders quarreling how and why
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Rooms full of traps and mines
FBI having hard times
Once a Genius now a felon
Funerals to be planned
There is nothing that can mend
Random Things at Random Times

diabeticzach :

Nice poem, actually. I actually enjoyed it, a little.

I think you should keep up the good work and people will notice your great talent in posting poems.

But I think this thread belongs in the Story / Poem section.

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