By Daiah   

Screams and shouts deafening to the ear..
Horrifying sights that would make a child want to dissappear.
Blood and sweat fill the air as smoke darkens the sky above.
Rubble becomes a common place when dynamite shakes the ground.
Everyone claims someone else started it and yet no one is willing to end it.
Mothers wail at the loss of their daughters and sons, while others no longer have their legs or arms.
Girls lose their innocence while boys their identity, no one seems to see hope in humanity.
Helpless, restless , angry and bitter, are the feelings that fill many hearts including fear.
Life can no longer go back to what it was before, the face of this peaceful town has been marred by the flames of war.

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