These tears, are tears of death,
The ones that will make you lose your breath,
This greed, is greed for power,
Not certain if you'll survive another hour,
These dead bodies shed blood for love,
Bleeding for the sake of your hope.
These children are children of your own,
Coming out of their destroyed homes,
Wandering helplessly.
These killers are murderers of peace,
But they're manmade madness,
Hurting others mercilessly.
These shells of human left behind,
Their hearts gone,
And so their minds.
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Feelings and Thoughts.
PoetryThis book is a complication of feelings and thoughts I've had throughout my life, the hard times and the good times, the times I didn't know who I was and the times I slowly began to realize who I am, I want everyone to benefit from this, I want eve...
