Disaster
I can hear the blast before I feel it.
The only thing I feel is a wave of heat so intense,
It vaporizes my tears on the spot.
Home is not a word anymore, but a feeling.
While our land may be torn, we still stand together,
Hands, arms, hearts linked in solidarity.
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