Everything changed; what was once a vibrant sky is now a dull shade of grey. It seems as if the sun itself has grown weary. It casts not only a grey, but also an underlying stain, blood seeping through the cracks. Almost as if the sky is drenched in blood, and the grey is simply trying to cover it up. But nothing. Just like our lives. we try to cover up the horrendous consequences of war, but fail to do so. To this day, we long the days that were not laced by the bony fingers of war. The fingers that are a passage to destruction and unrelenting terror. It was once a city where golden sunlight spilled across the horizon, staining every corner with golden glitter. The air was laced with the faint, sweet scent of wildflowers, mingling with the freshness of the dew-kissed leaves. It was peaceful. It was conflict-free. We used to race to the playground, each drenched in excitement and happiness. Our screams let out a deafening roar that volleyed all around. Not the roars of horror and dread like the present, but rather roars of innocent, benevolent, and eager people. We used to run around the housing compounds without the presence of anxiety lurking at the back of our heads. We used to go to bed, only for the sake of resting our bodies, not a mechanism to escape. But sadly, that this didn't last very long. The day we heard that sound that echoed across was the day that changes us all. Sergeants were all over, projecting commands to their groups of soldiers. The soldiers that were fumbling helplessly, trying to load their rifle, knowing any mistake from now... their lives could be stolen from a single bullet, a single shot. Dead bodies that covered the flesh of grass. It was dreadful. It was terror. Till this day, the ranched smell of decaying corpses fill our noses. I'm not sure what is more dreadful, the fact that we have lost our city or the fact that we have lost our emotional soul. As children, I don't think we deserve these consequences for the sake of two politicians unsatisfied of not having enough income. Despite their golden plated house. It is unfair. Throwing children's lives for the sake of more money Is unfair. But I guess the words of some children won't move a single thing , in the end we don't have capitalist fathers that can buy peace with his money, rather useless lives than rather only seen as occupants of the city. Everything. Changed.