False Lies Told From The Sky By Our-self Predators (abridged)

• Salvatore Piccolo, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2015

0.45 grams and the sound echoed
death to followed and echoed
dammed by obliteration to oblivion
obliged by liberty of the oblivious
forsaken by being a side
something they shouldn’t abide
the sound of death unheard
by cheering within the herd
by the death to hasten,
for the sake of savin’
To thou soul unheard
For sound blissing the other heard
Them once heard, now gone
Once here; too fair. To now pass on
Pity our loss, not theirs