Dead grass covers the ground,
of a forgotten town waiting to be found.
The people have long since gone,
and weeds conquer their forsaken lawns.
Empty houses line the street,
surrounded by flies, like rotting meat.
Broken prisons, bathed in sin.
Old schools, never to be learned in.
A decrepit town hall,
still waiting to fall.
And so this town remains a sore,
on the ugly face of the history of war.
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