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It seems like hours
I stand here waiting for it
for a fight to start
I cannot hear words
their conversation is mute
I can't get closer
I can see them, though
eyes wide with fear on both sides
surely they see truth
Now the crowd chants loud
"Gates! Open! Sign the paper!"
Tears form in my eyes
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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...
