Bombs are falling as rain in mid July
And kids are hoping to see their parents alive
Little do they know, it will be the last time
'Cause people are constantly dying,
But the governments will say it is a lie.
Who holds the power doesn't care
And who holds the pain lives in a nightmare.
As if it is a diamond, peace is rare.
And when all the people will be gone
And when all the white men will be wealthy
And when all the seas will be empty
And when all the trees will be burnt
Will the lesson finally be learnt?
Oh, is this the way the story ends?
Is it the end of the world yet?
YOU ARE READING
MY SIDE OF THE STORY
PoetryDuring the past few years I found out that people I used to be friends with would talk about me behind the scenes, creating their own scripts and scenarios & making me the villain in their own story. Not only that, the general public, along with soc...
