By Chuyin Jin, Year 13
Innocent children crying for their parents
While those metallic pieces travel through their chests
A mother losing her warmth as she lies on her infant
In hopes of a brighter future for him
As he tries to crawl to his fighting father
He sees a round cap on the sand
It looked like one of his toys
Until he puts his hand on the cold button
His father yelled at the top of his lungs
Yet the damage has already been done
As he takes his hand off
The explosion came at last
Annihilating the promised land.
