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Hidden deep, in lands afar

Are things that leave an ugly scar;

That rip apart, these tiny hearts

And fill the daylight with its tar.

Blackened skies, no streams appear

No sun to bring this sadness cheer;

The bombs do fly, and children cry

Perhaps, it’s life itself, they fear.

Eyes flicker, light fades from day

An uneasy feeling, a disarray;

That steals their sight, obscures, like night

As innocence,

Once again,

Becomes prey…


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