Gunfire and wounds, danger looms.
War is lurking on the horizon, more houses broken, more hearts go rotten.
More dead bodies and pools of blood, more crimson are their hands and lung.
Rockets launched from left to right, children praying for no more fight.
Trees fallen, flowers crushed, no more life, like there was once.
Streets emptied from joy and fun, replaced by bullets and guns.
All for an ideology.
To extend their land or steal their oil, take their women or their gold.
Wearing a mask, saying it's self defense, causing mischief, the trickster's trick.
Convincing people with their lies, to persuade the people's mind.
But no matter the reason, war is wrong.
Why must we die for our leader's cause?
Why don't they fight one to one, instead of sending us, to get their job done?
Why must they fill our heart with hate, separating our value and needs?
Open your eyes from this delusion, we're all living beings, attached like a bead.
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An Ever Growing Ray Of Light: Collection of original poems
PoetryI write poems on a regular basis, and upload them on here. I've always had passion for writing poetry with a message, hoping to inspire people.
