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Future Shot
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Philosophical
Flags waving on high
Armies rushing, death is nigh
Cannon booms, men cry
Exploding shells, people die.
Sulphurous smoke covers the land,
Buildings leveled to nothing but sand.
Disaster brought by the hand of man.
Civilization at its last stand.
It really is a sad sad thing. You can't help but think sometimes that it's no real hope for this world.
A truly sad poem. It's devastating when bad things like this happen. It's not as bad if we pull together and work together for the support emotionally and rebuilding trademarks.