There was Chaos in a small place,
Screaming, flinging, desperate for escape.
It showed in the rambling words of the homeless,
The wild brushstrokes of modern art,
The gunshots and explosions of endless battle,
The empty prayers of fervent religion.
There was chaos in a small place inside,
Which means the worst is yet to come.
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