When in war.

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.

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