The birds will not fly away

A franchise of violence
rips through the trees
and the stars.

The streets, once full of life.
Now torn and bleeding.
Vanishing in flames and wind.

No shelter, no water.
Bodies that crumble like clay.
And a world, that turned away.

Yet, those that stand.
Still fight to save the nation.
And simple justice, for us all.

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