sound so sharp, piercing ears
cluttering street with rocks, debris
no cries, no moan but whispers
asking their savior to intervene
yet nobody came instead pounding
shaking earth, ceiling, poor souls
outside running bare on snow
warmth by fear, chase by glow
trees rise like stick on ground
so calm, watching everyone
sirene blaring to warn, incoming
helpless, hopeless and hiding
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