Locked in war torn hell, victims of atrocities…

In the cities as they fell
War torn Innocents
Of the guilty’s design
Never once having
Considered their crimes
Against the readers of story books rhymes Huddled in tiny masses
Quivering in hidden crevasses
Hiding from bullet and bomb
Help us dry their tears
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