Once a beautiful calm place.
Flush green trees filling the spectacular scene.
Now the land groans under harsh suffering,
The air is heavy,filled with pain.
Cries of sadness fill the black, dark air as
Innocent men get dragged away from whimpering women.
Uncontrollable, crackling fire fills the land.
Gunshots find their way through the black smoke.
Pigs and cattle run, desperately grunting,
Their blood covering the fields.
All alone, confused like in a dream,
I stand where my house used to be.
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