Humanity
Grenades are flying
As children are crying
The skies turn blood red
The sound of gun fire up ahead
The ground covered with the living and the dead
A conflagration so fierce
As the bullets pierce
Life’s little persistence
In the distance
A city disappears from existence
With the ongoing resistance
Among the dying
One survivor’s sighing
At the earth that’s trying
To end the destruction
And begin the reconstruction
Of the insanity
Known as humanity
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