Gloomy Days

• Muhammad Humayun, Grade 3
• Poetry
• 2018

My dark gloomy days would never end
I’m sure of that
The riots here,
Have begun everywhere

Is there a place with peace?
Just like heaven
Or is this a replica of hell?
With just a better smell

Is it just my luck?
That I’m poor and unfed
Or that I live in the middle of a war zone
With guns shooting and people screaming in hopeless tones

Yet I live
Young, poor but well alive
There isn’t a another way
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