War from those who never made it through.
The up to date version of this can be seen here:
http://socyberty.com/history/the-hidden-victims/
This has been maintained so that the comments from Ninja etc are kept in context, however I suggest that you do check out the corrected (above) work!
All the best,
Blade
The scorched earth wrapped around me,
Encasing my blackened bones
Beneath a concrete layer of death.
Here, a whole community,
Is the true cost of progress;
Thousands of people turned to ghosts.
Many cherished graves ago
When the skies were clear of planes.
I sat my child upon my knee
And asked her what she would be?
She would recount endless plans
Of things my eyes will never see.
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