Cries fill the night
Day becomes night
A little one crawls to its dieing mother
People lose homes, hope, and eachother
While crying people hold their lover
Others run through blood for cover
Another grave marked four hundred and two
No more time to cry must continue through
Bombs dropping no one stopping
pushing others to their deaths
In night more explosions less breaths
While life continues to be surprizing
More smoke rising
 
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