The Tears of War
The roses are gone, the violets are dead, our skies have turned grey from blue.
These streets where we live are turning blood red, and destruction is all that is new.
Our homes and schools are being destroyed, evil kicks down every door.
Horror and fear have now followed suit, results of a needless war.
Sorrow and pain are left in death’s wake, always just one step behind.
Our future turns bleak and then fades away, when tears are all, you can find.
I dream of a day when love, is abound and our children can play and have fun.
Imagine a world where peace can be found, and war is known to none.
Copyright © Mark Koplin | Year Posted 2022
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