Steemit School Poetry Day 3 - The Moon on the Warring Land
A city where martial law grasp every corner of it,
Things are now different, some are fascinated with the disorder,
Some are still shouting for the former order,
Where her reflection is dancing on the calm creek,
The streetlights are swaying with her radiance,
But can never outshine her,
When gunshots howls the night,
With the screams of my fellow tribes men,
She's swinging still while looking down at us,
Now, I bid this goodbye, to this silent city,
But not to her,
Coz tomorrow she's gonna make up to me,
Just like when the war starts
