She lies whimpering,
From the non-stop plundering.
Her arms slashed into tiny bits
By those she was moments ago housing.
Her streets defaced with droppings
From oppressed weak inhabitants.
Her heart reaches the point of breaking,
But her tormentors were not done desecrating.
Her soul screams for an abatement,
But they were not good at listening.
She started imploding.
From her depth, she burnt,
Consuming her tormentors and all within.
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