Tuesday, August 5, 2014

26/100 Bleak

Across vast seas where folk differ and dwell
Cruel war rages devouring all who hope
Both right and wrong are lost as graveyards swell
Blackboards bear black as war clutters the scope
The young and old are marched with sticks and stones
To fight and die or flee and die this day
The morrow sees tears and medals on bones
When sorrow feels real, they'll regret deaths way
Our worlds must war and bombs must fall on schools
We're told by faces who scowl so safe and strong
They can't be shushed or made to look like fools
By those who die as peace is broke and wronged

Let days dawn bright, let joy unite us friend
we stand with hand in hand, until the end. 




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