The Enemy Kept Coming and We……
We had broken the roads
but the enemy had land-cruisers
We had destroyed the bridges
but the enemy used pontoons
In the evening shells exploded
we crept back towards our homes
I hid in the broken kitchen
of a house I didn’t know
tanks rolled by in the morning
the last day of our town
I hid in a kitchen cupboard
when half the house fell down
one tank turned towards me
it heard my beating heart
I was hiding in an eggcup
when the world was blown apart
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