A Cold Day
out in the field
struggling to see tomorrow
humankind screaming
for another breath of air
running in circles
nowhere to hide
frightened souls
comforted by death
only way out
is to kill
hopes and dreams
buried beneath rubble
tears forced down the cheeks
of innocence
the sun sets
and the nights are yet to fall asleep
but the arms of tomorrow
bring nothing but pain
in the fields of war
tomorrow will be the same.
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