She makes her way around the grounds,

following birds and whistling loud,

she cherishes those sounds,

letting her know that its all safe around.


Soon enough the peace is gone,

a sudden scream,

the veil is drawn,

the bodies fall, oh! What a horrible dream.


So many dead,

so many gone,

such young lives,

and already none.




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