[His War-Torn Town] A ringing sound attacks his ears, The muted chaos now perfectly clear, Muffled shouts turn to piercing screams, Whilst the blood of the innocent flows in streams, Forcing his eyes open, he witnesses Armageddon, The place he grew up and loved, resembling the opposite of heaven, Confused and afraid he staggers to his feet, Blinding pain radiates from a bullet buried three inches deep, The pain is overshadowed from the destruction occurring in his heart, He collapses as his legs give way and his world falls apart, Blood, tears and dirt mar his grief stricken face, Sounds of running halt as gunfire takes its place, His usually fiery eyes now doused from the scene of the flames, Some people escaped and now only death remains, Most of the people in his beautiful, beloved town, Had no chance of survival when the bombs started raining down, With peace in their hearts and kindness their only weapon, Armed with love but the population continued to lessen, He lies down on his back, allowing the cold ground to soothe his aches, Staring at the sky as the ground around him quakes, He observes the beauty of the clouds and strength of the sun, Using it to find peace knowing his time has come, He refuses to hate the world and think about his past woes, But instead reminisces about the good times as his eyes begin to close, Unknown to him he is found and safely taken away, This young man will survive, his heart now beating for the thousands that were slain...