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Rubble Island

The boy in the red sweater stood in the middle of a ruined street  
Dazed, wide eyed and seemingly out of place  
His father the fighter was busy with other things  
His mother and sister would tend to him if they could  
But he tried not to think about that    
With ears still ringing, he sat down on a small pile of rubble    
And he waited for the dust to settle and his fears to calm  
   
The girl in the blue sweater lay very still babbling to herself  
Something her mother had repeatedly told her  
It will all be over soon, it will all be over soon    
She was covered in dust, it was on everything  
And in her nostrils and in her throat too  
She took out a little comb and began untangling her hair  
As if that was the most sensible thing to do at the time  
   
The man in the uniform was shouting orders to his underlings  
There were many things to do, he was a very busy man  
He was about to wave the boy away and out of the street  
But one look at him told him it was more bother than it was worth  
He'd wander off eventually, or not, he had more important issues  
One of his men motioned him over, what do we do with this?  
And pulling at a piece of tarpaulin uncovered a little girl in a blue sweater  
She didn't say a thing as the man in the uniform carried her away  
And sat her on the pile of rubble next to the boy in the red sweater  
As a parting gesture he smeared their faces with a bit of blood and smiled  
Remember, cry if you see a white ambulance  
   
They sat quietly for a while, for them there was no rush anymore
Being a bit older, the boy feeling the need to comfort the girl spoke  
We are on an island, nobody can touch us here, we are safe  
It is our red kingdom and you will be my blue queen  
And all around us there is nothing but blue ocean and red fish to eat  
Lets never leave this place, I shall guard it from intruders for you  
The girl in the blue sweater smiled and kissed him on the cheek  
And spoke softly while wrapping her arm around his waist  
It will all be over soon, it will all be over soon
Written by Northern1
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