In an era
Of love, war, and revenge
Lots of emotions rise
As that of a burning furnace
My brothers cry for their freedom
The freedom of their youth
With the voices of angry men
They shout at the barricades
With the force of a moving train
They charge towards the enemy
What the morrow brings
No one knows
Their blood spilled
On the shores of our land
But for all their fight
I beg not to be asked what was gained.
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JOURNEY INTO MY WORLD
PoetryWhen there's no one to turn to, we tend to turn to the one thing that's almost secrete to us. I turn to my pen and paper. My life might not be all that interesting but why don't u let curiosity get the better of you.
