Refuge
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The dilapidated gutted apartment buildings loom like grotesque gravestones jutting out of the desolate city landscape. Chaos rains from the heavens disturbing the dead and terrifying the people taking refuge in bombed-out basements, and dingy holes dug into refuse piles. Many have fled their homes, forced to abandon their city and even their country, to seek refuge in foreign lands. War is hell; there is no politically correct way to describe or justify the atrocities it inflicts upon civilians or the complete devastation it brings. Humanity has an ugly side, a deep-rooted predilection for war; it's in our nature. We can try to hide or run away, but there is no refuge, shelter, or safe place where war cannot find us, for it follows wherever we go.
the shadow of war
overwhelms the light of hope...
blind eyes shed a tear
04/04/2023
Writing Challenge - 'R' Words
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2023
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