Grave of Realism
The people who defend their pride
From the war they are creative
That creativity would be their grave
That is the grave of realism.
When the stars hate the moons
they tend to fight each other as goons
they want to be known superpowers
but the victims are innocent lives.
The reds, blue and the green
for power they hold the system
they claim theirs are the best thing
Still common people are the victims.
But they only want money
they need resources to survive
only the weak are the casualties
and everyone tied by world currency.
They said theirs are pro-people
the public pain is their sample
they all killed without mercy
But a collateral of political interest.
I love you peace. Let's sail together. Layag Sug!
BlueD. April18.12:30PM
Copyright © Neldy Jolo | Year Posted 2015
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