A land so green, a pleasant isle.
Tarnished now by those so vile.
A people so caring and kind,
Cut down by a devious mind.
Your rivers so blue and inviting,
Are now surely so frightening.
Run red with soldiers blood,
Your hatred turns into a flood.
Your lakes also hide a secret,
Out on peaks that are the bleakest.
Bodies of those that don't agree,
Disappeared are they, your new decree.
The streets too are never safe,
A target that they'll surely strafe.
Not a beacon of hope, just a light from a fire,
Burn their hate in ungodly pyre.
Shoot their knees they said, it'll teach them,
But it's from you the violence will stem.
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Nightfall - A lifetime in self isolation
PoésieHave you ever felt alone? Nightfall takes the ever darkening thoughts of a lonely student trapped in a warring community and turns them into poetry. My thoughts laid out for you.
