The misscarrage of Mother Russia

[6th_plague]

As the blood drips from the womb of mother Russia,
Children drowning in the blood if they were fresh from her,
Not the blood a mother would proudly wear on her face,
(Not The) Splash on her cheek diluted by the tears of joy,
No clean smell, but the smell of fear chasing her boys,
Bullets hunting them down, following tears and toys,
Children running, eyes captivated by their mothers
Fiending to be safe, their mothers tucking in their bed covers,
But the dream died when mother became the cover,
The men with guns couldn’t hit the fleeing young,
So they took the heads from between the open arms of their awaiting mums,
Making the children easier to hit, as they turned dumb,
The harrowing screams as bullets tunnelled through flesh,
Volcanic eruptions populated the chewed chest,
The deaths causing tailbacks on the stairs to heaven…

Dmeitry tried to keep the blood from his friends face,
Forging a damn with his hands and slowed the floods pace,
But all he could find in his faces place,
Was an abyss reminisciant of hell, with a gun shell,
Swimming in pooling blood with a small hole highlighting why Dun fell,
All of a sudden Dmeitry felt like the girl in the well,
In that film he watched a week ago,
Now everyone who he knew watched that tape,
Who at the age of eight suffered the same fate,
Bullets ripped into the ground in a ring around him,
He died convinced the girl from the tape had found him…

An explosion threw bricks and mortar into the spectators,
Like a race, after the bang came the racers,
Parents one side and children on the other,
Russian forces breaking their cover,
So many bullets flying it looked like grey snow,
With the odd yelp and a explosion of red - guiding you home,

Next thing I know Im waking up surrounded by a bad smell, covered in wine and trash bags.
Only the smell wasn’t all that bad for the relatives, that wasn’t wine beneath me and it wasn’t garbage that surrounded me…

[6th_plague]

Peeped at
Sunflowers
Rapper pt 2
deep blue

[Sun_Flower]

This piece at the start was catching, imagery on set, and the ending was good. its like not realising what situation your in and to come to reality it isn't pleasant as to taste.

Nice piece which relates to the tragical events not too long ago.
Keep writting...

[Quotive]

I recently posted a piece I wrote on the Russian school events...

The beginning of this was very dull.. but it became better in the middle. The length and rhyming really takes away from what it is. The ending was sick as hell though.. its like you were in a dream, imagining being there... Kind of like my piece..

Dope ish yo..

[Mind~$oul]

Wow@the ending, wasnt really expecting that.

IMO, this poem didnt start off slow to me. Had me hooked from the first line. Prolly one of the most vivid pieces i've read in awhile. Nice title also.


one luv

[6th_plague]

thanks for the feedback...

I prefered the begining to the ending...

[6th_plague]

....^^^^^?