Warzone

the Market Battalion

blitzes full force

dashing past trash bins

used for cover

a boy launches

a grenade

barrages follow

from his comrades

guerrilla carpet bombing

pressures the enemy defense at

the alleyway of the temple

encased in a stronghold

of yellow rails wrapping

leading to high ground

if the offenders take the stronghold

they take this battle

WATCH OUT a defender alerts

soldiers dive

some duck

and a few take the hit

shielding their allies from explosions

arms wide

battle fatigues dampen

and stain

first wave of defenders fall

as their aggressors rush in

guns with hands poised to pull

triggers

rifles blast streams

civilians run off

ether of war

wrinkles their face

in frustration

rather than fear

a sight parallels a morning of

sunrise prayer

surprise attacks no longer surprise

the fight continues

ammo flows and shouts deafen when the

grenades hit their target

the attacking battalion close in

for the final melee strike

palms covered in chemicals

colored in white

spouting out a can

a smack to the eye

burns

one by one they fall

suddenly

a monk passes by

hoping he hides

hoping they ignore his body

orange robe reflecting the sunlight

all hands halt

when they see him

a reminder they dragged the warzone to the temple

they dare not attack nor offend him

as he strides through the alleyway

the soldiers resume when he passes

unleashing all firepower

to the last drop

of water

and shaving cream

the battle pauses when the super soakers empty

and water balloon reserves run out

the war can continue

they just need to refill

at the restroom

sink