War is cruel, it is unholy
War is made of rivers of innocent maroon
Not the guilty
The wicked will be remembered, not the ones who lived as slaves to their terror
War sees aliens from different planets, not lives, love, or emotion
So slash and kill communication, let blood run and fists blow
But you have not won a fight, you have created a tragedy
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Jungle of Sunshine and Hate
PoetryJust some thoughts and emotions I have about the world. It's really just me wanting peace.
