Walls and mosques
Tumble into piles of
Rubble and dust
Beside
Piles of salt and flesh
The night sky
Alive
With airbourne assaults
And streaking bursts
Of military fire
Bones and homes
Tumble into piles
Of rubble
Twilight
Alive with air raid assaults
And streaking bursts
Of Fire
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