on a small piece of land they lived most their lives
gave life to the sky naming shapes passing by
fished on a lake they could see from their porch
each grew from the land, life was simple of course
parents knew about war but would rather die peaceful
to them the armed men seemed like good people
never knew about evil til the ground seizured
giving birth to shallow graves and foul creatures
packs of dogs left as bands of thieves came
so they hid under floorboards clutching keepsakes
when the rats had all been eaten for food
they left a long time after needing to move
grew up with one another seeking mom and dad
taking turns being strong let each long for the past
when the sun didn't bleed breathing wasn't a task
the greed of man leaves innocence fleeing its wrath
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