Smoke of rising fire
once a city, charred brick spewed
hope is in the ash
Burned out hearts of stone
pulling triggers, bullets soar
humanity dead
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War of Cities
PoetryWhat's left of the U.S. after the initial fighting is broken down into large cities. Resources are limited. 11-year-old Sura is caught in the middle of the mess-- there's violence in the streets and her Papa's gone away to fight. Hear about the horr...
