Pandemonium crowds the streets,
at this moment there was an invasion of peace,

tears running down that little girl's cheeks as she dives for safety,
I lend out my hand and offer help, "Where are your parents?"

my mother has broken her leg near the bridge, "do you have any remedies to cure her weakness, she asked?"

"I'm no doctor, but I could try to wrap cloth around the wounds and reduce the pressure, I say."..... Before I could whisper another breathe, gun shots rang, BLAW! BLAW!

vandalism of shops were destroyed, cars were wrecked, little boys were toting pistols, with a fistful of ammunition, I was in anguish, depleted, gone, extinct...and here comes my sonnet of defeat.

Armored trucks with militants came steering through, tossing c4's to subdue aggressors, purge was to maximum to overcome. This is the land of anarchy, all men, women, and children are free to do as wish, war me again as shall I this time repent, restore my health that has been thievery of me, I beg you so forgiveness.