Up, military airplanes hovering places to places and dropping bombs
Down, there lay cold bodies drowning on their own blood.
Left, a man holding a gun aiming it to the other and then bam!
Right, people shouting, hoping for the redeemers to come.I look around----
helpless.How did the world turned out like this?
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Poetryrandom poems about random things from a random girl. x (currently editing)