Rachel screams.
A ripping pain mauls
her body but the cruel
abuser has no pity.
Aysha gasps for breath.
The bombs keep falling
and a ton of rubble
crushes her tiny chest.
Rachel and Aysha
holding hands, weep
at the gates of Salem
but the Lord is deaf.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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