air raid sirens did all sound
men, women, and children cry
many buildings already downed
wicked bombs they do sigh
bombs exploded on the ground
men in trenches see mates fry
rotting bodies start too mound
building up to blood red sky
now there lives have been crowned
no last text message no goodbyes
as there fate was securely bound
one last question, WHY?
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