They sit in there tiny houses,
as Bombs drop on their heads.
Surrounded by rats and mouses,
half of them are nearly dead.

The childs are screaming louder,
shots drown their voice.
They smell the gunpowder,
they didn't have a choice.

Gas floods the room,
the people cough out loud.
We, we were their doom,
and for that, we are proud.


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