In the shadows cast by a merciless sun,
The echoes of sorrow, this battle not won.
A symphony shattered, silenced by strife,
Lives torn asunder, cut short by the gun.
A tragic ballet of souls lost too soon,
The world weeps for lives that ended too soon.
Gone are the dreams, the laughter, the light,
Aching hearts left to mourn through the night.
A haunting reminder, this tragic score,
Of lives taken swiftly, forever no more.
Let us stand united, hearts filled with resolve,
To seek an end to the tragedies we absolve.
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