Norman Möschter

They are shooting

They are shooting.
They are shooting.
What I can hear
is loud and clear.

It makes *bang*
*bang* soldiers' slang
*bang* bullet's shot
*bang* *bang* blood clot.

They won't stop shooting.
They won't stop shooting.
All around me bullet holes
in the walls and in the souls.

*bang* bullet shatters
all that matters
in our *bang* lives
*bang* nothing thrives.

*bang* *bang*
*bang* nothing thrives anymore,
bullets shatter the very core.
What *bang* they fighting for?


All rights belong to its author. It was published on by demand of Norman Möschter.
Published on on 16.07.2014.


De auteur


Comments of our readers (0)

Your opinion:

Our authors and would like to hear your opinion! But you should comment the Poem/Story and not insult our authors personally!

Please choose

Previous title Previous title

Does this Poem/Story violate the law or the submission rules?
Please let us know!

Author: Changes could be made in our members-area!

More from category"Oorlog & vrede" (Poems)

Other works from Norman Möschter

Did you like it?
Please have a look at:

father - Norman Möschter (Gevoelen)
B E L I E V E - Marlene Remen (Oorlog & vrede)
Boules d´argent - Rainer Tiemann (Gedachtenis & Herdenking)