Smoke wafted from neighborhoods to the sky.
Cameras could only watch anger boil,
furious voices screaming for something.
Doors opened, feet ran out into the street.
Did they find what they were looking for then?
War came home to everyone on those days.
Sleep came uneasily as it crept near.
We couldn't go to school, we just waited.
Awaking from the nightmare, I peered out,
finding nothing but quiet streets and ash.
What was there for me to know about it?
Hollow store eyes told me everything.
Old scars cannot be forgotten quickly.
We bear them with us the rest of our lives.
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