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Whispered War

In dusted rubble cries of orphaned Syrian children echo

Smashed into casualties their parents lay still weigh heavy

Damaged the grasping hold of reality kills a child's innocence

Towers can be rebuilt yet a child’s mind remains broken and lost

Human lives buried unseen though they should still shine amongst

How can this transpire without piecing enraged world noise

The planet so quiet no sound only the sound of bombs

Follow this warmongering and you’ll only find death

Is life of the innocent that worthless you have right to take it

Does this power you grant yourself sit still in your house

The world should beg to differ but is scarily silent.