In one glance,
I could see the end of our hamlet.
A smoky fragrance,
Is what I could smell from a burnt helmet.
The whole of the community, wrapped in one fold.
We never prepared for our dawn so soon.
We have lost everything our forefathers had ever worked for decades ago.
In few hours they went down and just the flames we could see.
We lost everything except for a land, tilled by the drop of grenades, blood of the helpless and tears from the survivors.
Land, filled with the remains of war,
The haven best for a graveyard.
Land flooded with blood of the helpless,
A forbidden land for cultivation.
We are on the other side of life,
Starvation has taken over.
We look less of human,
Our waters, now the newly discovered red sea.
Drought, death, diseases, starvation, malnutrition, poverty, all sort of syndrome the remains of war.
Our everyday encounter.
We need help…
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