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This Vital War
HELP, HELP! People are dying in here.
A makeshift shelter crafted from the fallen remains of broken homes cannot play fact to the torture we’ve endured.
A young woman, cradles her screaming child, embracing her fear as she clutches to what’s left.
The air runs thick with an unpleasant taste, as nurses scramble to heal the incurable.
Heroic soldiers return home, yet never to walk again.
Souls in their hands, they ask themselves why. ‘Where is our God when we needed him most’.
As they sit in their chairs, their shoulders hung low, like the sagging arms of a weeping willow....