Graveyard Of The Unburieds

The black canvas of the inky sky,

Is filled with flashes of radiance.

The loud roar of thunder

Startled and awakened the dead me.

The numbness I felt, just to realize 

I am lying amidst the corpses.

With trembling bleeding hands I supported my wounded shoulder.

Wiping away the raindrops that trickled down my bleeding face, 

I waddled.

All I see is a city turned into the graveyard of unburied, the blossom of life just faded.

The peace which once was the fragranc

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e is overpowered

By the sickening odor of rotting pieces of meat.

There, I see a child weeping beside his dead mother, 

Trying to wake her up in haste from the deathbed, all in vain,

His tears imbibed the melancholy and traces of terror,

Why didn't I also die with my mother

Said he was enough to remind me of my duties.

Dusting off my green camouflage uniform, tightened my wounded shoulder,

I held the child close to my heart 

And to rescue others I walked on the path.