Armed Soldiers swarm the garden
Scorching everything in its path
Our home infested
Bodies crawling, wailing
Wretched hatchlings of a better time
A red tide covers the floor
The neighbours trembling
No more than cockroaches
Scrambled in crevices
Torn between salvation and succour
Nobody breathed for an eternity and a half
Infernal nights
Bedevilled the country
Only fear and despair
Hovering in the sky
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