The desolating sound of gun shots in my ear,
Fizzing like my coca-cola glass,
The wind gushes through my pierced shirt,
My life is gone.

People wiped out left right and centre,
We sleep with thoughts in our head,
We fight with fear and sleep with fear,
My arm is gone.

Our families worried sick,
Wondering if we sleep at night,
Seeing if we would come home,
BANG! My leg is gone,

Food is low,
My ego is low,
My life is low,
My foot is gone,

My friends are no more
My arm is torn,
My bed is worn,
My eye sight is gone.

I am their on the floor,
My body shot from head to toe,
My body is covered in rats and flies,
I am gone.