PEOPLE ON THE MOVE

The people on the move quickly decided to stop 
For they knew in minutes a bomb would drop 
Where would it land they couldn't quite tell 
Guaranteed to cause devastation and hell 

The people on the move had nowhere to hide 
Children clinging to parents as grown men cried
Looking at the sky which was a orangey black 
Less than a minute now the town under attack 

The people on the move were people no more 
How many were dead I can't really say for sure
Died with honour in the name of a mindless war
Stories like this are so very difficult to ignore