The city stood in ruins
With its annihilated buildings and destroyed roads it resembled hell.
Not a single bird, not a single street dog, not a single soul could be seen.
Deep within a ramshackle wept a grieving woman, bodies of her children lying in her arms.
Why ohh why… what was their fault… why did you let them born in this hapless city of Gaza?
This post is for Lillie McFerrin Writes Five Sentence Fiction for the prompt GRIEF.