Lost cities
Just rubble, fragments of a home
Where missiles came tearing down
The survivors left, just to roam
The shattered remnants of a town
Windows shatter, glass blows out
Bricks shake as drones hit nearby
Not a conquest, have no doubt
Just terror in the noise and fire
It could be anywhere, now or soon
Close to home, or distant land
Broken bodies under blood red moon
Death reaches out a deadly hand
War without end, will it ever cease?
The wounded crying out for peace
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