Once there was a soldier
Ready for his fight
He gathered all his weapons
Ran off, and took flight
Once there was a boy
Aged around fifteen years
In one hand held his gun
In the other was his spear
They gathered to the forest
So they could begin their fight
But a man stepped in between them
He glowed with all the light
The man, he wore no armour.
He just kept walking by
Was he not afraid of wars?
Was he not afraid to die?
The soldiers were confused
As they shot a puzzled glance
But one by one they followed
As if in a mystic trance
The man led them past the city
Where people sat against the wall
their clothes were all in rags
If they wore any clothes at all
The children's stomachs growled
As they played in the dark streets
They had no clean fresh water
Nor a speck of food to eat
The soldiers now all realized
As they followed one by one
While they fought for possessions
These people owned not one
They shared everything they had
It didn't matter with who
There were no sides of fighting
Only friends under the moon
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Midnight Sorrows And Sunlight Tales
PoesíaWhat's as black as night, yet shines brighter than the sun? Poetry. A collection of poetry gathered from sorrows, and extracted from tears. Polished with daylight, and mixed in with emotion. Original, never before seen poems, and short stories sure...
