The earth trembled
The rock crumbled
The shelter lost, left no were to belong
The brittle foundation breaks sinks to the deep
Running wild and lost, Begging, pleading for someone to answer
Scattered Jungles of ruble
Many lost in the overgrowth
The light can not shine bright with so much despair
Only Scraps to be won, the hunger carries on
Clinging to the infant bread, but it is thrown over the edge
Red the hopeless bleed with no one to mend
The wound trenched deeper by the pain
The call is out, a cry for help
What is to come
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