There's a storm coming.
Coming in a black cloud of terror.
Screams echo the streets.
The capital of culture is under attack.
We say "world peace"
But what does that really mean,
When war seems to run our lives?
We must stand together.
This world seems to run on bloodshed.
But we all know war gets us nowhere.
So let's fight,
With our hearts.
Bring this to an end.
Raise our fists in the air.
Close our eyes.
And love.
A/N - Ok I know this is a bit late but this is dedicated to the people that were victims of the various terror attacks that occurred on Friday November 13th. It was such a terrible thing that happened and I hope anyone affected will be ok. ❤️
Thanks for reading.
- E
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