Living Wild

The bombs a thunderous storm.

An earthquake of explosions.

The bark of firing guns, growling fighting dogs, in my ear.

The jets angry wasps buzzing over head.

Landmines lurking crocodiles beneath our feet.

Our shelters burrows in the ground.

Where we hide like frightened mice,

As a stampede of guerillas march above.

We scavenge like hyenas.

Uncivilised beasts we leave our dead uncovered.

Like vultures we take from them.

As animals we fight among ourselves for survivial