Fresh snow on roads - On frozen puddles of yesterday’s rain. Past, present, and future packed in one suitcase Can this be real? Did the world go insane? Rushing to catch the last train to freedom, Pushing through crowds confused and lost souls Leaving behind a beloved home that became a prison Under the siege Under the tyrant’s control. Screams of the sirens – the sentence to death - The last that reached ears Satan came to claim a child’s last breath The mournful requiem to linger for years. Then stillness Then silence Then eternal rest…
The above image is from Reuters
So sad with this terrible nightmare .
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