We look over the fields of the fallen
stone roses rising
in place of those lost
some in payment for the cost
of peace and stability
while it was the leaders responsibility
they are nowhere in this rock garden
instead they have their own history written
and altered twisting the truth
until there is no such thing as accurate proof
and we are left being spoon fed their stories
that give people their choice collection of histories
long past and their reasons forgot
and instead of being a dark blot
on the history of countries and men
it is cemented through ink and pen
an inescapable degradation
on the value of life with no regulation
on the deaths of the young as they are labelled heroes
and survivors coming back and bombarded with psychological blows
and this is what everyone then looks up too
and no one cares if its true
they only defend the lies with unrivaled passion
and no sense of the loss that requires compassion
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Non Nobis Tantum Nati
PoetryFor a few years now I have been writing poetry, at first it was just something I did to pass the time and vent emotions that I didn't really have any other way of letting out but over time it has developed into something that I just find myself doin...
