Beneath a sky once soft and blue,
Now painted smoke, a darker hue,
The cries of children split the air
A lullaby of deep despair.
The earth, it shakes with fire and flame,
But none can tell the world who’s to blame,
Innocence lies in crimson pools,
While tyrants play with warlike tools.
A mother holds a lifeless hand,
A father searches through the...
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