Kuro San
A village of uncertainty
Where life is as unsure as tomorrow
Building and streets have been battered
As the air and stream have turned bad
Echoes and cries are now silence
So that stillness have become strange and unusual
Arms are now woods and plastics
So that guilty children will become monsters
Death is everywhere here
It is their breakfast, lunch and supper
With Causes living in paradise
It is submitted that it is unfair
As new genes have been lost
The future will continue to be dark
With evil, hatred and conspiracy still thriving
In Kuro San this will never end.
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