Air raid siren…
gone
Devastated faces,
In the dusty town.
Roofs like match sticks.
No houses,
Just piles of houses.
10 o’clock strikes
A burning smell
The spiky wood pricks your fingers
No windows, just smashed glass.
Torn curtains flapping in the wind.
Last night’s flames licked the building.
Nowhere to live,
What next?

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