A NATION IN TURMOIL

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Deserted streets
No laundry hangs
On the balconies,
Calls of children playing
In the streets replaced by
An eerie silence dotted
With sporadic gunfire.


Sidewalks paved with fear
Splotches of blood stains
On walls,
Bakeries with partially open
Shutters
Doors opened a crack,
A brave few queue outside
Visibly nervous as though
Bread were an illegal drug.