My day begins in a War

Children massacred and mothers shattered
It’s not a rare sight here
I have lived with this too long
Now I have nothing to fear,


Thundering of bombs and deafening of guns
Is the lullaby at night
Living on water and bread
Seems to be my plight,


Everywhere I turn its slaughter
Is there no end?
Mourning has replaced laughter
A plea to the Lord, I send!

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