We who are human,
With wandering minds,
Refusing constrictions,
And breaking confines.
We who are human,
We gaze and we learn,
Of our star dappled ceiling,
And the freedom we yearn.
We who are human,
With wishes and dreams,
We've learnt that true peace,
Is not as it seems.
We who are human,
Who lose or win war,
We fight, and forget
What we're fighting for.
For we who are human,
So quickly forget,
That peace never transpired
By repeated bloodshed.
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Blue Lights
PoetryThis was meant to be my random book, but I'm changing it to poetry only since that's all I'm likely to post for a while.
