Remnants.

There is nothing left.

The broken bricks
of destroyed buildings
dam the rivers of blood
that flow through the streets-
not red,
but dark black streams
which drown the onlookers
with a grief
they are only too accustomed
to swimming in.

The cries of bodies
buried in the graves
of the rubble
of their own homes
pierce through,
while the deafening sounds
of explosive missiles echo
with warnings
of imminent death
for those who do not flee.

There is nothing left.

Hope was buried.
Purpose was starved.
Empathy was silenced.
Solidarity was severed.
Love was beaten.
Humanity was shot down.
Nothing was spared.

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