Artificial Sadness

Written by: R C

Impure bodies
drenched in artificial sadness,
the clock's ticking
coincides with each heartbeat.
Lies, deceit,
When will the world realize
that compassion heals war's wounds?
Compassion, not solely to fellow man,
but to all living creatures.
Peace imprints its path
on the weather-worn landscape.
All we must do, is 
learn to follow it.