The leaves flew around the empty playground
where the children didn't play anymore
and all the grass had begun to decay
The trees had withered
Their branches clawing at the cold earth
like angry fingers clinging to survival
The clouds never leave
There is no shelter, no solace
Only despair and hopelessness
A broken swing clanging in the distance
reminds us death lurks behind every shadow
Ghosts wandering, rejoicing in our pain
and everywhere you look, there is destruction
Life is taken before it can be lived
Forever altering the course of history
The damage so devastating
there is little hope for renewal
Where can we go can from here
Have we lost our hold on tomorrow
the future slipping through our fingers?
CWR
Stop the devastation before it is too late! Somewhere out there is a new day...
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