Rubble

Our lives are simple, sad and fun.
We play until the day is done.
Siblings hunt and gather near,
Parents watch us, oh so dear.

They took our lives with one big blast,
They didn't know the pain would last.
Our homes destroyed, reduced to rubble;
But we live on inside our bubble

Of dreams, of hope that soon we may
Rebuild our lives, and so we play
While family picks up pieces scattered
Of our homes the bombs have shattered.

But we young and careless few
Know not what the others do.
We play until the day is done,
Our lives are simple, sad and fun.

 

 

My 11th grade Creative Writing teacher showed us a picture of a broken and smashed brick building with kids playing in front of it, and told us to write something about it.

This is what I wrote.