Staring at his ravaged home,
Caught under the rubble,
At that moment he wanted to moan,
But his tongue, could only fumble.
Shuddering with fear, fuming with anger,
He dropped down in distress,
All he could see was only destruction,
And a pile full of undesirable mess.
Wailing with pain,
He called out for his mother, sister, father,
Who were dead under the mountain of wars,
As humanity succumbed to wrenching slaughter.