A JOCUND COMPANY OF A BOY,
HELD BETWEEN HE AND HIS TOY
I LOST IN HIS SMILING FACE,
WHICH LOOKED INNOCENT IN ANY CASE
WHAT A DIFFERENCE BETWEEN HE AND ME,
I WITH CARE, HE CARE FREE
NEARBY HIM, BOMBARDMENT WAS HAPPENING,
BUT HE WAS CARE FREE, PLAYING AND SINGING
HERE WAS ME WITH MUCH FEAR,
THERE WAS HE WITH SUCH CHEER
SUDDENLY A BLAST OCCURRED THERE,
WHEN DUST FADED AWAY, HE WAS NO WHERE
ENDED HIS ALL JOY,
WHEN HE WAS PERISHED, WITH DETONATED TOY
BUT HIS ORGAN WITH NO JOY,
STATING THE TALE OF HUMANS' DESTROY
WHEN WE WOULD SENSE THAT JOY,
THEN NO ONE WOULD BURST, WITH HIS TOY
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NEARBY HIM, BOMBARDMENT WAS HAPPENING, BUT HE WAS CARE FREE, PLAYING AND SINGING, , , , , beautiful description of a child, wonder that child is within you, , , liked