A Little Girl; S War Story. Poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs

From 1944, peak of the big war memory
Just dead bodies around, just sad story
No food, no store, just bombing
Teeth chattering, wait for parents returning.

Every day parents left in a direction
If they could find any food survive starvation
Dead bodies, head, legs rolling on the street,
But had to go on step by step with their feet.

However, she survived, found peace and contentment
In her old age, looking for happiness
Never anymore for torment.