The Aftermath
It was rushing back
No one present
The familiar, remembered places
Places in ruins
Gone
All of it gone, the man said
We killed millions
We destroyed everything
Like the fools that we were and the fools that we are
Now I’ve come to ask you
Don’t shut us out
Help us go on
At this time
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