Aftermath

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The aftermath

With a flag inside and outside

Flying at half mass

From all the damage incurred

And the attacks that ensued

From the disrespectful and rude

The unloving and crude

The unwilling and unglued

The evil and ill willed

The vile and toxic

Cant stand but sit still

The rough winds that 

Blow over trees like the tropics

The bombings

With no fallout shelter

The helter-skelter

And down in the dirt and trenches

Seeming finished

All alone

Wondering after being hit

The whole time

Why and right at home

And seeming prone

To such vicious attack

And wandering where one is at

After all the smoke clears

And what exactly will be left

After this leaves here

With some fear

As this appears

To be something 

That never should have taken place

In any case

But in the end and presence thereof

With much catastrophe to speak of

Was the battle really worth it

Well from the looks of it

After all of this

And what consists

During what persist

And moving down

A hit list

And suffering from the aftereffects

Of this very unpleasant event

After so much time and effort spent

And trying to salvage somehow

What's left after this

But now that one has survived

It's time to rebuilt

And go away inside

For here in the midst

Of all the rubble

And the passed over trouble

One must get back on their feet

And on the double

As to move forward

And pushing toward

Restructuring

And to what this can bring

But be careful

Not to repeat what

All happened here again

Take it as a lesson

And leave it for 

Back there and then

As it's time for recovery

And rescuing

To be on the way

Starting with night

And then the day

Yet mobilizing in such a way

As to avoid such calamity

Ever again

Heal and wash this off

Like the cure mixed with a bath

As you move to the present

From the past

For what will one do

And become

During the aftermath



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