Reality's secrets

As people run screaming,
Scared, afraid, painful.
As the light shines beaming,
Through the dirt ridden windows.

Smoke, buildings. People with guns,
All strange to me.
For those who run,
Running from the past they left behind.

Gunshots whooshing past,
And people full of fear.
Hoping it won't last,
Smoke, fire. Blood and tears.