THE CONCLUSION OF AN UNFINISHED NIGHTMARE

dim War Child

Nobody turned back
to see the misery
and the chaos left behind,

History dictates
this insane reality;
the oppressed pays twice
the crimes of mankind.

The blood of the innocent
has an alarming voice;
the memory remains
with flashbacks of violence.

Intoxicated with war,
the children have to grow;
misery and toxic waste
claims victims every day.

Rubble floods the land
children have nothing left
but hate and disappointment
looking at their homeland destroyed.

Now in these battlefields
the devil finds his home
building his playground
for those seeking revenge.

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