Grown, blown
The field of children
Warn, torn
The soul of mothers
Men, women
Slaughtered bitterly
Girls and boys
Then ***** easily
Missiles and tanks
Hover every corner
Blood and decay
No claim, no honor
Green grass polished
A playing field ready
Why feel so astonished?
Dead bodies lying steady
Sprayed red on field
A gruesome planned scam
None survived, all killed
By the unnamed gang!!

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