Clouds swirling, bird circling
The Heavens rumbled, heaved a sigh
Ventured forth a lad, he bore no Cross
Through angry streets, refuse-tossed
Flies buzzed 'round him, fetid friends
Night air crackled, 'neath ammunition's lens
The lad strained hearts for a crust or crumb
Hope lay dormant, her voice struck dumb...
Bled dry, they covered him, face down in a gutter
War's verdict sealed, its...
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