A city of sand, a fiery sun,
Where peace was lost, a war begun.
Children's laughter turned to cries,
Beneath the broken, weeping skies.
Streets once walked, now filled with fear,
Whispers of danger, always near.
A land of struggle, a harsh decree,
A burning hell, for all to see.
But hope can bloom, in toughest ground,
A quiet strength, can still be found.
Though shadows linger, dark and deep,
A future waits, for souls to keep.
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