1st day, the people's screams, thundering
A toddler's rallying cry, her father's hand grasped
An explosion on the sea, wind and water blustering
The sky burns crimson, where a child's dreams collapsed
7th day, fatality that excludes
Children and mothers' hand-by-hand
Humanity that protrudes
Wreckage and destruction across the land
14th day, a combustion of the heart
Where are the flames of love that used to flicker?
A vulnerability that departs
Grime and shadows, growing thicker
21st day, such is a poor man's reality
Silent tears trace lines of fragile dignity
There is no place for nobility
On a land that trembles with futility
28th day, a body yet to be found
Why does hatred persist, unbound?
Resonance of red splatter resound
There is no heaven, for this is already inferno's tortured souls, drowned?
30th day, blood and smoke mark their toll
No ear heeds the children's voiceless call
A body lying on the floor, no use to unravel
Breathing or a tired heart? Darkness stands tall
A month, a year, a decade unfurled
Devastation engraved on a man's psyche
Forgotten, perhaps, by the man's child
But never to the lines and dust of a grown face
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 9:20 AM UTC
1st day, the people's screams, thundering
A toddler's rallying cry, her father's hand grasped
An explosion on the sea, wind and water blustering
The sky burns crimson, where a child's dreams collapsed
7th day, fatality that excludes
Children and mothers' hand-by-hand
Humanity that protrudes
Wreckage and destruction across the land
14th day, a combustion of the heart
Where are the flames of love that used to flicker?
A vulnerability that departs
Grime and shadows, growing thicker
21st day, such is a poor man's reality
Silent tears trace lines of fragile dignity
There is no place for nobility
On a land that trembles with futility
28th day, a body yet to be found
Why does hatred persist, unbound?
Resonance of red splatter resound
There is no heaven, for this is already inferno's tortured souls, drowned?
30th day, blood and smoke mark their toll
No ear heeds the children's voiceless call
A body lying on the floor, no use to unravel
Breathing or a tired heart? Darkness stands tall
A month, a year, a decade unfurled
Devastation engraved on a man's psyche
Forgotten, perhaps, by the man's child
But never to the lines and dust of a grown face
the world is burning, and i am watching it live on tv
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