War Zone

War Zone

 

We drank vodka and vanilla coke

It was awful but we got drunk

As we knew we would

 

Later, you were sick

But I imagine you don’t remember

 

As the sirens screamed

As the bombs began falling

You cried out in your sleep (if that’s what it was)

And I cried out in fear

But the bombs fell across the river

And we were never in any real danger

 

Except for the fact

That we sleep in a War Zone

And when we wake up in the morning

Another nightmare begins

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