pavement going up in flames.

fists thrown up in the air, tears strolling down faces.

prayers being uttered, knees bent in helplessness.

it started peacefully, a group of people plucked from around the world, mourning and speaking.

but rage grew in the hearts of the people and bricks flew and glass shattered.

one dead they said.

civilian on civilian.

and i ask, “why did you kill your fellow brother?”

they ignore me and continue to destroy queen city.

people start to talk in hushed voices,

small voices,

loud voices. and now i hear the trampling of the blood.


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