Minted Scars of War
The wound is not yet healed
It turns the scars minted
Again the wounds are scared
There’s no one that saved.
Here’s the war again
In the islands with no ending
It seems without pain
That was left to the citizens.
War is usual a business
The heart of the corporate
Until when it’s branch kept
Only time will never hide.
Wars behave like an angel
When the people sent to hell
The bullets serve to kill
The guns will do better.
I love you peace. Let’s sail together. Layag Sug
Purple Coach, 10 April 2015. 9:45PM
City of Widow
Copyright © Neldy Jolo | Year Posted 2015
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