Battle fields filled of blood, clean the slate and begin anew. Wipe away those tears you cry, and smile instead, for it brings wonders to the eyes. Let the laughter fill the room, and the children run loose on the fields of green. Allow your weapons to be put down, for the fight is long gone, yet we still mourn the loss of our friends. Let that anger slip away, do not turn to face those who made a mistake. Do not punish them for they have already learned from the consequences of killing another, so please, put the weapons away. One's life is too precious to merely take away, for their friends and family with grieve the loss of a father or brother or son. Do not join the entanglement of battle, and join the laughter instead. My little ones, play safe, do not get overwhelmed with the constant need for war. You are my children, my loved. Do not harm your brothers in war.
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Broken Poetry
PoetryJust a bunch of my writings, usually dark but there are a few bright ones hidden in there somewhere... I hope you enjoy!
