A Poem Dedicated To The My Lai Massacre (From the villagers p.o.v)

A poem I made while learning about the massacre and how and why it happened.

A day where the sky rained fire. As if the clouds were dragons that craved our homes in ruins, our flesh charred and blood boiling. A day where the air was our predator. A beast of pure gluttony with its screeching speed and teeth hidden mid air that tearing flesh and ending lives. A day where those that played with our children left them filled with holes lying in a pool of semi-coagulated blood. As if a creature made from pure terror burrowed through their bodies and took their souls away.  A day of reckoning. As if the devil himself wanted our lives and sent his demons to reap our flesh and steal our futures. A day where friend turned to foe. A day almost lost to history.

Author's Note

Would love some help making the comparisons smoother. If someone could tell me what tags to use that'd be a great help. Also, general criticism is appreciated too.