Heat from the pavement dries the blood

Heat from the pavement dries the blood
The chalk gets washed out by the flood
The people pass graves like it's nothing
And it isn't,
because the world forgets and moves on
It's this way across the world,
there's no discrimination
Each and every nation,
we're all the same: murder and forget
The world eats its kids, we're all the young
The words faded as voices sung "we will not forget you"
turns to "we will outlive you"
As those voices, too, are forgotten
We look the other way
at the sound of a gun
The cycle yet again begins
The heat of the pavement dries the blood

This poem is about: 
Our world


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