In an old, crumbling town,
Everyone's been feeling down,
Children crying in despair,
Planes bombing in the air.
The war is intense, sad and deep,
But it has promises it yearns to keep,
Tormented with nightmares they never sleep,
Thus they can only sit and weep.
Soldiers defeated, arms chopped off,
Horses dying in the loft,
The dead child lay limp and soft,
It’s mourning...
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