Look high in the sky, The birds are flying through
Scorching the ground, Induces fright on the ground
Shadow the soil with its iron wings, the loud bang goes
The bodies flies, The red flow through the street
The loud engine sound, The foot marches
The people scream, The animals scramble
The children cries, The ground shakes
The gun fires, The people drop
The sea roars, The wave crash
The siren goes, The man scramble
The mouth shouts, The bell rings
The cannon fires, The fire blaze
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Author:
Theo8176 (
Offline) - Published: March 13th, 2022 05:06
- Category: Sociopolitical
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