The End of Humanity
A poem

the bombs don’t stop raining down on our home rubble and ashes where my children used to play
i grab what won’t burn a few clothes some water and we run leaving memories behind smoke chokes the air we breathe in the devastation of our lives
my youngest asks why there is no explanation that soothes her fear we shuffle forward a river of refugees leaving everything in hopes of finding someplace safe
somewhere the bombs cannot obliterate our humanity

