As butterflies flutter and fireflies glow,
Our world makes its altime low.
Beautiful flashes light the sky,
Bullets and blood are wasted nearby.
Happy meals with family,
While children starve needlessly.
While joyfully playing with toys and a ball,
The only thing that makes someone "happy" is alchohol.
Enjoying a home and a warm bed,
While others would be better off dead.
Blood sprays after a loud BANG!
An unfortunate mugged by a gang.
Souls of the dead lighting the sky,
The stars still glittering by and by.
The souls of the dead lift to the sky like butterflies,
While bombs light the city like fireflies.
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My Book Of Poems
PoetryHello. I mainly decided to start this because I write poems often and even more often then not, I lose them. This way I can keep them and maybe also get some constructive criticism. I suggest reading them while your phone is sideways (landscape vers...
