rhyme sans reason

He was lying on the base of the mountain. His whole body was bruised and battered, the broken knee cap was sending searing shooters of pain across his whole leg, but his mind was elsewhere.

Thinking about her...he could hear the sounds from up the slope. She was falling too. Tumbling down the slope, like him, a few minutes ago. Her screams were dopplering down to him, in waves. That hurt him more than the leg.

What did they do wrong? They were kids, god-damn it!

All they wanted was some water. In their parched land, it had to be drawn from the last remaining well at the top of the hill. He had tripped on his way up...and now this.

All for a pail of water...

His lasts thoughts were crazy as he was delirious with pain.

He imagined kids like them, millions of them, singing about their fates. Singing like mad demented idiots.

Jack smiled through his pain and lost consciousness. and did not hear Jill's final scream echoing off the hills...

[i was inspired by a random post in a blog which i sadly do not remember...the writer had done a better work (much much better work) than me on the "johnny johnny.." one. sadly, i do not remember who it was. damn, teaches me to fav a site as soon as i decide i like it!!]