Revolution
By Madriar
Arguments stir in court houses, riots bombard the streets. Neighbors turn on neighbors, and the true chaos begins. No where to run, no where to hide. I can only pray my upstairs room isn’t discovered. Morning comes and half the city is gone to ashes. When will the madness end? Written December 18th, 2001 © on Feb 24 2002 12:47 PM PST 10 • 0 • 9
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