Behind the rubble, clothes dishevelled,
A quick look back, the city’s levelled,
Bombs from the sky, the airborne devils.
How did I survive?
A blackened corpse over there,
Burning flesh in the air,
I wander blindly, unaware.
How come I’m alive?
With one step forward my foot gives a crunch,
The remains of a family out for lunch,
I knew them quite well, a kind-hearted bunch.
Why did I not die?
I stumble upon the ruins of my home,
All that’s left now is ashes and bone,
I stand in the wreckage, alive but alone.
Why, for God’s sake, why?
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