A bomb drops on one city,
A Child finds a butterfly that looks so pretty.
Flesh and blood paint each street,
A Child feels green grass prickling her feet.
Women and children run screaming in horror and pain,
A Child watches in awe of a passing plane.
Children hiding under their burning beds,
A Child caresses her dress' loose threads.
A cloud of dark toxic ask invades the air,
A Child plays with her dark curly hair.
Children, women, and death all complile,
A Child brightens the world with a blissful smile.
 
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