Apart

A world of combat

Where weapons define power

And somberness suppressed

A place where everything

Was dull and dark

And every soul had something to hide

He wandered unknowingly of what is to come

The danger and peril ignored

It became clear

How death was near

The missiles and bombs and all appeared

Left with no home

Everyone dead

The little boy was lonely

Hanging by a thread

The light befell

As he covered his fizzog

He woke up in relief

Everything was faux

Looking around

Surrounded by all the corpses

A knife to his heart

He fell apart…