you wander through cities
in the middle of a war
blind for the dust
of pain and suffering
and death to wrest
there's blood, so much blood
when people are crying
and children are dying
there will be nothing left
then mention hope
it accompanied us
through darkest of times,
tormenting growth
of sons and daughters,
in moments of inhumanity
hope has made me draw
a blank on your crimes
hatred makes you lose too easily
they warn me
they will erase my people
i warn them
i will erase theirs
they aim guns at us
our blood is grail to cope
yet ours bore deeper cuts
my powerful weapon is called hope
so what is left
if not hope
while despair drowns you and
there's nothing worth fighting for?
so what is left
if not hope
to disarm the soldiers
in the middle of the war?
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The blue flower that taught me how to live
Poetry''Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.'' -Herman Hesse Disclaimer: I don't own any of the videos, photos used for this book. Credits go out...
