Sun, 01/31/2016 - 16:24 -- mm10

The peace of the world is not always dead

Just forgotten by the hunger of war

Slowly sucking all living with its roar

And captivating innocents with dread.

Where existence must be repaired with thread

And the circus of corpses full of gore-

This brings the screams and shouts through the trapdoor

Of misery, crying black fire ahead.


Serenity and harmony are brought

Within wasted powers of violence

And birds sing songs to bring happiness, got

A heart so pure, a soul cleaned with silence.


For amity is the answer we need

To have the lost lands of suffering freed.


This poem is about: 
My country
Our world


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