Another bomb goes off.
A ringing noise rips through my ears.
A gun fires next to me.
Bodies fall to the ground.
Bombs ruthlessly continue to go off.
Blood paints the battle field.
Flowers lay crushed under our boots.
Fear lives within the troops.
Fire runs around us.
Knives get stabbed into people.
Kids losing their parents.
Knives covered in their victims blood.

written 15/5/17

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