The War
The War
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I run down the hill
Away from
The people getting killed
The arson with a gun
Follows me
As I run
Dozens of bodies lying down
No time for me to even frown
While the arson still runs behind
Why me?
I gasp for breath
My eyes full of tears
Terrified about what's ahead
My heart pounds
The pond of blood
Turns into a sea
I see a pregnant woman dying
A juvenile crying
The terrorist firing
I trip on a dead body
No way to run
The arson smirked
At last, I cried out,
"Rutuja, wake up from your bed."