Children with no parents,
cry for fear.
Scared of what is to happen,
with thier parents no longer near.
Wives with no husbands,
cry for lonliness.
No more words of comfort,
reminiscing those las embraces.
I, a teenger of a new generation,
cry for them.
The poor souls and victims,
that will never know what,
could have been.
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