What is that sound?
It sounds like a melody.
A sweet song of war and anger,
The loud cries of men and women,
And the sobs of soul-broken children.
Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers,
Not everyone survives,
Not everyone comes back.
When they don't,
It wounds you deeply,
And when they do
It fills you with overwhelming relief.
It hurts us all,
And keeps us safe,
When it's finally over.
People are reunited,
Families torn apart,
War only makes them more money,
But we have hope
That one day,
There may finally be peace.
So we wait to be heard,
Our cries still too quiet,
Until they hear us,
Like whispers in the wind that invade their minds.
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Poetry
PoetryThis book can't even be described. It's just a book of the poetry that I've randomly written. Sometimes they're really short, long or moderate. Enjoy! ~Love, Fids
