Dust in the air making me sneeze
Broken walls, ruins surround me
My sister waving from afar
Taking a picture of the deafening surrounding
Chaotic atmosphere, feeling eerie
Not by the chattering people all around me
I glance up at a lamp post
Rusted by corrosion? Or eroded by war
I march towards my sister who’s hiding
Behind a camera, taking photos
I grab her arm and drag her away
With the gritty aftertaste of debris
Dryness of sand and dust in my mouth
Leaving the rubble behind never to be forgotten
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