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William McGeeMommy got me ready to go play with William McGee
We'd been best friends since we met at the tree.
I couldn't wait to get there and have fun
There wasn't a cloud in the sky to shade the sun.
After a long car ride, we finally got there
I must've missed the best part, since he was already half bare.
We laughed at the birds and laughed at the bugs
I even paid him a button to eat a big slug!
Then it was time to play with his red ball
Our mommies hoped it would make our energy fall.
We kicked that ball back and forth for about an hour
We honestly had too much energy and power.
Then I kicked it so hard that it went in the street
But William McGee didn't care if he went out in bare feet.
I learned that day that you should not throw your ball too far
For you see, my best friend got hit by a car!
Thirteen years later, I stand at his grave
I hold my chin high so he knows I grew up brave.
The stone shall always read: "Here Lies William McGee"
August 1, 1990 to August 1, 1993.
Ms. DeloiseI finally did it, Ms. Deloise
When Daddy hit Mommy, I fell to my knees.
I looked at Daddy straight in the eye
Then I questioned, "Oh Daddy, why?"
Please Ms. Deloise, it's really not your fault
When I said "STOP!" he came to a hault.
But then he started giving me his "Mommy Stare"
The last thing I remember, he hit my face on the chair.
I'm so glad that the neighbors heard all of the clatter
They called the cops to see what was the matter.
Unlucky for me, the police were too late
Ms. Deloise, you just couldn't know my fate!
So please be proud of me, Ms. Deloise
My mommy is now safe, because I fell to my knees.
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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