An unease
Slowly
Seeps
In.
Warmth
Is
Stolen
Away
Along
With
Joy...
The unfair
Doings
Of
The onset
Of war.
Eyes look
On.
The soul
Helplessly
Breathes
The soon
Decaying
Air.
It isn't fair.
Soon
There will
Be
Left
Dust and
Ash...
The tale
Small
Be tall,
Riddled with
Lives lived,
And lives
Lost.
Heroes
Of
Wars!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
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