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BITTER TOUCH OF WAR

BITTER TOUCH OF WAR

The sun no longer shine like it use to 

Nor does the moon provide light anymore 

Even the stars are scared 

So the beauty of nature stolen

Barely can we tell the difference between day and night

When it manages to rain all we see is flow of blood 

Brothers become murderers of their own

The boys are forced into manhood 

While the girls become vegetables chopped at their pleasure 

Louder than the cry for help were the sounds of guns

Making even the birds run for their lives

Everyone surviving for themselves

How it makes everything change in seconds 

Never to be the same again.

Favour Wih

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