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Fire In the Sky

Blood shed of the poor, The massacre of innocents, What is war really good for; They keep pressing for more, They put bullet holes in families door's. It seems they love destroying dreams, They enjoy the innocents screams, They empty rivers and fill it with blood, So it streams; War has no means, To us, it's a tyrannical scheme. They get pleasure when the gun's blast, They're very clever when the dirty fun last, War will never be a thing of the past. It's in man nature to exploit a world of terror; A fire in the sky, The bombs bursting in the air, Spreads a horrible fear, It's so severe, The innocents shed thousands of tears, Countless for years... I pray for the decease, Let us pray for the fire in the sky to cease, We hope for peace.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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