A shell in the morning pierced the flat Killing both my mom and dad. I am now living here alone Under my parents’ bed. My little kitten sadly moans Burnt fur on his wounded face. Yet again, the gunner takes place, The executioner raises the flag. A new portion of death in an iron case Will land with a minute lag. Don’t fear, my kitty, don’t cry, don’t bawl. Revenge will come and pay for us all.
