Chapter 3
The Round of Life, Blocked
The sun, a fluid coin, plunged low in the west,
Making long concealed regions, investigating fears.
Nevertheless, here, in this dusty way, where stresses
were very few,
Souls of Kids sought after shadows, a dynamic,
cheerful gathering.
A terrible field, with stones for a goal,
Their laughing a tune, an ecstatic, crazy soul.
The ball, a worn out pal, a buddy as the years
advanced,
A picture of chance, banishing fears.
With each kick, a surge of pure delight,
The breeze in their hair, washed in the obscuring
light.
A tackle, a tumble, an underhanded grin,
The world dismissed, where the game could begin.
The air thick with dust, and the fragrance of sweet
grass,
An outfit of development, a passing, cheery mass.
Each pass, an affiliation, a bond got it,
A concise depiction of ease, in this sun-doused wood.
In any case, shadows expanded, a compromising tone,
The chuckling subsided, as a fear traversed.
Bootsteps significant, a melodic, foreboding beat,
The souls of children's down, a sensitive, transient
treat.
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A chilling calm, as the warriors appeared,
Their faces horrendous, their eyes cold and unfeared.
The souls of children froze, an unforeseen, chilling
apprehension,
Their guiltlessness broke, their enjoyment generally
got away.
The round of life, so carelessly played, they
remembered
As of now changed into a terrible dream, a chilling
demonstration.
Rifles raised high, a compromising sight,
The adolescents scattered, getting away from in the
obscuring light.
Shots rang out, a terrible, shaking tune,
The air thick with smoke, where they once had a spot.
Bodies collapsed, a horrible, terrible scene,
The laughing replaced by a tragic, chilling sharp.
They remembered that awful moments
The soldiers came and did, the worst
Killing every moving creatures
Their blood was covering all sides
The buildup as of now stained, not with splendid
bars,
Nevertheless, red colors, in a stunning,
disgusting dimness.
The resonations paused, a scary refrain,
Of guiltlessness broke, and adolescents
killed.
They remembered the sad mothers
Who was prevented of getting corpses of their kids
Their screamed which turned the world
And the world could not listen, see or speak
They recognized that the world feared from bad monster
Which appeared to prevent any word
Against Sami which governed the liar world
They travelled all lands
They visited every library, look at books
Discovered, Sami covered Arab, Jews and all sons of
Ibrahim
They hugged from horrors
As they saw the worst troopers
They were trembled in fear
One of soul got great courage
Let us make a good plan to defeat the devil
He told them and gathered their word
To revenge of those crowds
The plan was accepted from all sides
The ball, when a picture of joy and delight,
As of now stained with trouble, a horrible, chilling
sight.
An eyewitness calm to the senseless deed,
An unpleasant indication of the sad seed.
The round of life, so callously reduced,
A horrendous indication of the world's
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