Everybody's Hurt
Some people don't know when to stop...
Black clouds of poison gas crowd bunkers
Soldiers laugh and others wheeze
Symbols of luck on tainted red flags
War creates nothing worth fighting for
But the world thinks that
everybody's better than the next
but we all know that everybody's hurt
Fire-
Evil-
Alloys-
Reasoning-
all the things are teasing me
Everybody's hurt and it's running though there
Veins and as the weak and helpless run
Ivory towers crumble as the enemy
Laugh at those crushed or gunned
War is and evil craft
although unmasked
The evilest of spells
Children hide in wells
Guns, swords, and hooks
Flashing horrible looks
Men in bloody shirts...
Everybody's hurt
Copyright © Ryan Emerald | Year Posted 2010
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