his pupils dilate in a clear blue background
of shattered buildings and rubble piles,
machine gun fire scatters across the landscape.
in this, a heart will either break or harden
like a glass shard.
the grey terrain covered in sand smothers
everyone, each fighting for his survival
and those of his family, women have no
voice, only tears.
this world is not a global community,
it's a slaughterhouse
we can only weep.
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