Torn in six

The heat of war singes my hair

Smoke so thick I gasp for air

I'd do anything to be out of here

The battle beckons but I go nowhere

Fall, weak walls....I'll let you be

You need salvation.. It's just not me

Greenland is brown but I care no more

Heroism is buried in old folklore

Yet, dying children grab my dress

I see their eyes and I lose my rest

My love for my country is put to the test

If I don't lend a hand, who will clean this mess?

Summer J. Ugoh-Unachukwu

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