Guernica
Behold!
A cluster of souls
And untold stories
Pain spilling like ink
Chaotic crying
Where has the order gone?
Was it ever here?
Whither my children!
Scream
For your voices aren't heard
Nor your stories or sobs
Whither away like roses in winter
Let your color fade
Lat your souls fade
But never your pain.
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