• Loud banging as I am born,
    Cries of death and agony;
    Not coming from my mother.
    Whistling, screeching airborne;
    Sounds of people screaming aimlessly.
    Lying in the doorway is my dead father.

    I hear my brothers and sisters cry for help,
    Nothing can help soothe the their screams but the bangs.
    The man who pulled me out, is dead;
    My mother runs to save her and myself.
    All I hear is her breathing along with ting and tangs.
    It is soon that my blood too shall be shed.

    Mother trips and screams, before the bang leaves her silent.
    I am left in my mother's cold, lifeless arms.
    "Is life really this violent?"
    One disintegrating explosion, destroys my final thought and I...