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Prosperous fields and

Vivid skies enamoured me

As my people were ecstatic

In our lives free of any jitters.

Me and my sister had

Been relishing our school

As mom gave us scrumptious

Food for dividing it with

Our associates.

One day the clouds

Were drab in hue me

And her began to sprint

Towards our residence after

School but swiftly a bullet

Arrested our march.

She got terrorized on looking

At a bullet her eyes released

A torrent of tears I was in

A confusion now whether to

Take refuge someplace else

Or await a calm environment

For going home.

The skies got blocked with

Mercenary airliners shelling out

Deadly projectile on those rebels

Flooding the entire land around us

In dark red juice called blood.

My sister constantly wailed

And I was unfit for helping

Us to hit the safety terrain

As soldiers and rebels battled

Each other with bullets and missiles.

Somehow dodging those faces

Stitched with blood we landed at

Our condominium relieved at the

Termination of our battle of survival.

Outside, the fields got painted in

Blood some were exterminated by

Those ground shaking missiles

The house shook fiercely and

My family looked at the framed

Mecca requesting the Holy Allah

To save us from this violent melee.

Out of nowhere the bullets pierced

The walls of our home we hid

Ourselves underneath the dining table

That was competent of saving us for

A few bullet shots.

My dad and mom got up

And aspired to save all of us

From this commotion by taking out

Ammunition to have a chat with

Those soldiers and rebels looking

To disrupt our peaceful lives.

Me and my sister watched

Those little calves and lambs

Being butchered by the bullets

And grenades those heartless

Soldiers used against those rebels

My heart jolted at looking at

Those inanimate creatures.

I heard two cacophonous voices

They were of our creators

Their asleep figures

Watching the blackish sky

My sister and I were

Now alone in our dynasty.

Wailing at our parents' demise

With our souls crushed

We had no other option

But to have a clash

With those butchering soldiers.

We took the armaments from

Our guardians and rode out

To extirpate those soldiers

Vindicating our parents' demise

Slashing the chests of those

Evil folks with our axes

And guns.

Suddenly a bullet pierced the

Skull of my little sister and

She was assassinated in a

Moment leaving only me

In my family as the sole

Survivor of this horrifying war.

My brain and heart conspired to

just slaughter these soldiers

Without hearing their petition for

Pity on them as they made me

An orphan, depriving me of my

Parents and sister.

So I began my vengeance against

Those butchers by taking the name

Of the Holy God slaying the enemies

Of my family and my country

Leaving no option of clemency for

Them as these people killed

Innocent people of our homeland.

As I ended my retribution on them

I was the sole survivor on the

Theatre of war now I had to think

Of my subsequent time as a foundling

Now I was a hermit in this world

Where I can retire and live without any

Negativity and bloodshed haunting me.

I whimper as I ponder upon the

Fate of my soil and its residents

After this melee which has taken a

Toll on us very severely and has

Lead to eradication of happiness

And murdered lots of my countrymen

Made many children like me alone

Killed our dreams and left us to

Crumble in the aftermath of the war.

A bomb that began the deterioration

Of my kingdom those guns that killed

Innocent people those projectile that

Executed silent and kind animals

A day that made me a orphan

And a hermit.

A bomb, that destroyed my life.

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