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When Sirens Sound
When sirens sound and shatter through the air,
As happened when it dawned; this truth…
That all of us had come to stand and stare
Into the eyes of bygone youth.
The note beneath the body's name told tales:
Malicious plants that seek to blight;
They painted, on his pallid face, the wails
That told us shadows of his plight.
Our grief united all of us, but still,
Observing closely I could see
The two of us united in our ill…
Then will the sirens sound for me?