Myra

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Ah, summer...
Butterflies drift through the warm air,
Landing upon the tender petals of the beautiful flowers-
Opaque clouds of smoke arise from the barbecue grill,
Filling the air with a scrumptious aroma of the delectable meal-
Heading through a park, a hyper puppy explores the vibrance of life,
Sniffing flowers and trodding in muddy puddles-
The student smiles and shakes hands with the foreigner,
Welcoming his stay-
A little girl releases an elated giggle as she skips away from her brother in jest,
No worry regarding what tomorrow shall bring-
Dozens of exuberant citizens cheer and sing in the patriotic parade,
Met with the salutes of local authorities-
The family cheers as their favorite comedian takes the stage,
A new joke upon his lips-
An everlasting rivalry between two soccer teams ends only in victory for one.

Maybe this is true in a storybook, but in reality, summer is something else entirely...

Missiles whizz through the warm air,
Landing upon the modest homes of the sinless innocent-
Opaque clouds of smoke arise from the malignant missile,
Filling the air with a repugnant stench of the burning buildings-
Heading through a wasteland, a malnourished puppy explores the absence of life,
Sniffing corpses and trodding in bloody puddles-
The student scowls and curses the foreigner,
Wishing him a horrendous end-
A little girl releases a blood-curdling scream as she sprints away from the soldiers for life,
No idea regarding what tomorrow shall bring-
Dozens of enraged civilians protest and shout in the demonstration,
Met with the attacks of local authorities-
The family watches horrified as the dictator takes the stage,
A new lie upon his lips-
An everlasting rivalry between two nations ends only in victory for one.