All he remembered, were some planes in the sky;
Just like he dreamt of, flying too high;
Out of joy, he waived his hand;
It was when he saw them, dropping barrels onto land.
In no time, his joy turned into fear;
He could feel his eyes filled with tear;
Ah, he couldnтАЩt do anything but cry;
Running was the only option and so did he try.
Knowing he wouldnтАЩt make it far enough
for the venom was choking him, he did not give up;
Injured were his little feet , hands covered with dirt,
Soaked in the blood, was his new white shirt.
In his eyes, one could see, the pain he was going through;
Watching everyone dying, EVERYONE, whom he ever knew;
Seeing his mother lying, he ran over the bodies of few;
And there she was,
with a gift in her hands that said тАЬMy Dear son! Happy Birthday to YouтАЭ
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