Thank you very much claudushka for this great suggestion.

I am Rage,

Six years of age.

I fed with fear

Guns and bombs are what I hear.

Evacuation center is now my home

We're frightened to those defiant to roam.

We hid to be a survivor

They clashed to be a victor.

Thousands were killed

No one is healed.

They resist to surrender

Our lives are still in danger.

They believe on their vision

Without looking on its commotion.

We have same country

But they chose to be unruly.

Some kids were holding weapons

Which they are used as escutcheons.

My eyes were covered by death

Which I just borrow my breath.

Is it not good enough? That thousand people paid.

We are about to fade.

My parents were slayed

So, why would I stay?