• lana_rosewood 5w

    MIDNIGHT

    Lying in the pool of
    Blood and dirt
    She looked up
    To find him taking his last breathe.

    In a distance
    the speaker blasted
    with a familiar loud pitched voice.
    It echoed the words
    "At the stroke of midnight.."

    Numerous feet stomped her deceased body.
    The speaker trailed off
    as the train began the ride.
    Leaving,
    the dead behind.
    Marked the beginning of a new era.
    Oh sure,
    India rose from the ashes.
    But alas,
    at the expense of
    countless innocent lives.
    ©lana_rosewood