the world is dead I know that as I lie my head on the ground and listen to the sound of bombs raining all around were all dieing were all lieing… lieing to ourselves that this is for the worlds own good but how is this good if were destroying it. destroying all the love all the happiness killing our own families and friends how are we supposed to help the world this way through pain and destruction the blood is running the screams of a child are somewhere around no one is helping it there all to selfish to do that no one will ever love that child again, cause that child will die all alone just like most unfortunate children born in this destruction I try to move towards the child to help it but I can’t I’m going to die just like that child alone and unloved. and these are my last thoughts.
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Book / Young Adult
Poem / Historical Fiction
Poem / Poetry
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