This story begins in '44,

when we hear bombs' roar,

silenced now, they linger,

echoes we can't ignore.

In the night,

gunfire sounds afar,

the little ones no longer tell,

Tales of fear from the dark.

leaders seem to enjoy,

the smell of burnt grass,

in the morning light,

as suffering comes to pass.

Everyone suffers, everyone dies,

and a few remain with the pain,

of everything i live,

and all we've lost in vain.

Poverty extreme,

words can't explain,

for hunger fills the streets,

and holds the reins.

endless lines stretch,

around the block they weave,

all searching for food,

a chance to believe.