The journey was harsh
People screaming, kids crying
Bullets fly through the air
No food, no water
Nothing left
People suffering and starving
Homes are gone
Loved ones are lost
Nothing left
Nothing left but hope
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Your final line takes this poem in a new, unexpected direction. The whole idea is so sad, and then you take it to a better place with the idea of hope.
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