That Shimmering Gold

Grief was a terrible nightmare
As I hear these civilians groan
Filled my senses everywhere
But when I opened my eyes, I was alone

I grasped for breath and looked around
But there was nothing to see but black out
And there was nothing to hear no sound
So tried to utter words with my mouth

“Is anybody there?” I shout
And hoped, let there be light
So I used my eyes to scout
But no change was found in sight

Then, there came that roaring thunder
With the fearful flashes of bolts
An image of two opposing parties came clear
And in the middle was that shimmering gold

I tried to hide or run away
But I got nowhere farther
I don’t want to die but my life’s a stray
Then, I felt the courage within gather

I opened my eyes afraid
Then again, I thought I was alone
But now, three parties were lying around me
Including the civilians who groaned


I did this poem at night. It was my hobby. I didn’t know how it would be interpreted by others but the truth, it’s about humanity. When people fight over riches and power, innocent ones get affected. The one speaking is just a person who was aware of what happened.
Actually, I was planning to pass this for The Molecules but it didn’t get there. In every year I pass one, it always gets rejected. Oh well! Whatever happens It won’t stop my hobby.