Ash and Dust
Wood and tin,
windows thin,
roads of mud and gravel.
Noise and fumes,
the broken tunes,
of lives that have unraveled.
The damage done.
Hope, all but gone.
Some dust will never settle.
Now, too late,
to end the hate?
What waste our parents struggle.
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