1 minute read
The Contamination of a Rifle
By Kyla Oler
The disease
Advertisement
is spreading
everywhere
-
It now rakes through
the broken town
in search of small
children to grab
-
It takes ahold of
their bodies and eats
away all their flesh
It itches away
at their once soft skin
-
It practically rips
the eyes from their faces
and leaves nothing else but
a shell of what once was
behind for their parents
to cry and mourn over
-
Oh what a thing to behold
Oh what sorrow and what pain
Playgrounds become abandoned
Toys are thrown out to the trash
And the only evidence
of the children is their small
handprints on the art room wall
