Rhymes of My Soul

War

It kills and destroys almost everything.

We lost our peace and it makes us slaves.

Hate floats in the air as everyone defends themselves.

For a cause that is worth dying and killing for.

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Dead are seen around the place and the winners need not have to explain.

The losers weep with remorse and humiliation.

While orphans and homeless cry in vain.

A flag waves for triumph and jubilation.

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Do we have to pick a gun and fire a shot?

And kill each other to solve what the problems are?

We make clouds that endanger humanity.

Bloodstain and violence that suffocates to death.

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We make ourselves monsters of greed instead of fighting for our own conviction.

We make ourselves the nemesis of our own.

For a competition nobody really wins at all.

Conflict will always be here before we were.

Peace is the only way to drive us from darkness.