Peter Perspective

Peter Perspective

 

As  me and my father leave our house, I see crumbled buildings with blood around the ground. Young kids with their parents forced to leave by solders. I hear kids crying and begging for help as their mother is filled with shrapnel. I am just terrified and scared. It feels like I’m in hell, as I look back at the pitch-black smoke I used to call home. I wonder to myself,  “why do I have to experience this war?”  I snap my head and I tell myself to think about that later, but first I must leave now.

 

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