Beneath a silent blue sky, I watch birds and drifting clouds,

When the acrid stench of burning buildings and bodies filled the air.

Blood pools thick on my tongue - metallic and warm,

The roar of planes and drones shatters the air, piercing my ears,

My body burns, now raw and numb, a shrapnel lodged within. 

This weekend spent in Chicago was very exciting. The city was incredibly busy with protests and seemed to be bursting with emotion. To witness the passion held by the protesters and those who participated was an amazing opportunity. I haven’t had a chance to see a protest of that scale before in my life, so this was a truly eye-opening experience for me. The city seems to be filled with protests both loud, and quiet. Remnants of previous conflicts decorate the walls and poles lining the streets.

Kayle Kaupanger

martyrs

Written for the Sensational II Challenge, in memory of  the fallen. 

Beneath a silent blue sky, I watch birds and drifting clouds,

When the acrid stench of burning buildings and bodies filled the air.



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