From deep under the surface Something stirs The people of this city Experienced a tragedy A horror so traumatizing The city walls and store blocks Are scarred, both inside and out
Bullet holes and burnt buildings Cemeteries filled with graves Tombs of those who died When the wrath rushed through
But still it lives on, The city filled with natives and tourists alike People sell, people buy People remember but still people die
It is now a historic monument But slowly the city repairs Revealing only a faint scab Fixed by reality
People say they will always remember But how long 'til the scab is gone? Lost, inside the flesh
Written after I returned from a trip there in 2007. (8th grade)