Day of disgrace

• Celine Nehme,
• Poetry
• 2007

I woke up with the sun dancing across my face,
I am an angel in this human race,
But then it hit me, the harsh lightining struck me,
A man wearing the miserable night sky stormed in,
He gave my head a spin,
I felt tears trickling down,
My smile had turned to a frown,
He had a cold-blooded gun in his hand,
As he asked me to stand,
I could feel my frightened heart pound,
There was no whisper, no sound,
The deadly gun hit my head,
BOOM, I fell to my bed,
I was a dead little pigeon lying there,
But life goes on, days go by and things always remain fair.