It was the war of twenty three
And they had us on the ropes
There was an awful scarcity
Of food, and we were losing hope
And I was never more confused
Than when that flash destroyed the sky
I laid there lonely, cut and bruised
And screamed WHY GOD WHY?
But all I heard was sounds of pain
And not a peep from up above
Attempts at peace are all in vain
Unless inspired by love.
Are You Reading Me?
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