The damage to this 3-D town puzzle
Has left the bendable windows in flames
As the abandoned pieces fall to ashes
Children wail in the repugnant background
While the boisterous screams are deafened
By the grim cracking of the interior
As the bright, flaming ceilings crumble
Into the forgotten grounds of many
Fictional families and ill-fated peasants
Who once bore smiles of merriment,
But now the virtual crowds frown, puzzled
(With no pun intended)
Because homes are pulverized
They pray, beaten, to the god who
In reality does not intend to take a glimpse
As this massacre of the China-Made pieces
Takes place beyond the naked eye’s view
For they do not hold a heartbeat or blood of liquid,
Only pre-painted faces of perturbed souls
Houses of printed colours lay scorched
The landscape was victim to a vicious destruction
But the slaughtering can only continue
For little Timmy’s mother
Told him to put his toys away.

 
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