Spare me the last grenade

Spare me the last grenade,

My city bleeds like an ailing heart.

 

Spare me the last grenade,

My mind is numbed by the whispers of death.

 

Spare me the last grenade,

My dreams are shattered with every explosion.

 

Spare me the last grenade,

My hopes are foiled by relentless fear.

 

Spare me the last grenade,

My eyes cannot see a mother’s pain and grief.

 

Spare me the last grenade,

My innocence is not prepared for death.

 

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