The bullet ricocheted off the wall,
Leaving the mother gasping in fear.
If only her son heard her call,
She wouldn’t be lying dead here.
She lay unconscious on the ground,
Her hands frozen, yet nursing her wound.
She was hidden and couldn’t be found,
Amongst the rockets that boomed.
The screams of families covered her cries,
And she was left in a corner to rot.
Nobody could see her while she dies,
As the blood in her head began to clot.
Her son did finally arrive,
Clad in uniform, staring at the bullet holes.
He wasn’t there when she was alive,
Now she was gone; the tears he couldn’t control.