War


A bloody battle with weapons
Fills me with sorrow
I hear the guns fire
Knowing I'll hear them again tomorrow
The sun shines brightly
But everything feels dark
Like a black hole is here on earth
Without knowing its mark
I grieve for the dead
The ones that gave their lives for me
I grieve for the trapped
The ones that wished that they were free
When I hear a bomb explode
I cower in my room
And think about the people who have just faced their doom

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