The alarm sounded.

Little if any life could be found.

The ground littered with debris.

Personal items once beloved treasures, lay broken and in disrepair.

Toxic gases and ash fill the air.

Wiping out people like deadly disease.

The once bustling streets echo at the slightest sound.

All that could retreated.

Those left behind accepted their deathly defeat.

The toxic dust was so thick it hung in the air.

The young girl sat there alone and feeling lost.

The tragedy cost her the life of her family and friends.

When the alarms sounded she hid underground in the tunnels that ran through town.

The manhole she climbed into was near the park where she played like any other day.

But this day the alarms rang out in the streets, people shouted and screamed.

Pushing and shoving and rushing to leave town.

People terrified, lay dead on the ground while trying to flee.

she waited for all to be calm from above.

Losing all track of time she huddled in fear in the dark,damp tunnels.

Trapped like a wounded dove.

Rats scurried by not even glancing an eye at the child as she curled up and cried herself to sleep.

Eventually she creeped out of her hiding place.

Her heart raced with fear.

Not a trace of the world she knew was the same.

War was the blame.

The bombs came not long after the Commotion died down.

Enormous clouds of fire filled the sky.

The ground shook as people and buildings began to fall.

The panicked call of the last few could be heard.

After the explosions not a single word.

The child sat near the park in fear and cried.

certainly she thought they would come for me.

As a silent tear slid from her red rim eyes she waited and waited.

Her fate grim.

The frightened child felt ill, chilled to the bone.

She wandered the barren streets to return home.

The house stood smoking and half burned to the ground.

The door open wide. Cars left running in the street.

No life found.

All that was left in the town was gone or half burned down.

The child returned to the place where she had hidden so well.

Gravely ill.

A hacking cough and chill shook her small frame.

The innocent forsaken, humanity taken.

Blood seeped from her innocent eyes.

"Mama" she whispered with faint cries.

Hours turned to days, as the poor child faded away.

War, not prevention,when everyone dies.

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