Even after the smoke has cleared,
I can still feel my fear,
For the bang of the guns and the cries of death,
Still ring in my ears, and are all that's left,
Even after the smoke has cleared
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'For the bang of the guns and the cries of death, Still ring in my ears, and are all that's left, ' If everybody had your ears, the world would have been a better place to live in. A nice, positive poem.