Not Worth the Hate
maybe someday this heart will no longer hurt for the innocent souls
as every child's turquoise dream turns into a sea of bleeding bullets
every mother's fruitful orchard wilts into a field of broken bones
but are we too blind - reluctant to see the truth beyond skin and name
walking through a fog of ignorance - dressed as egoistic preachers
bringing shame to the oath of a warrior - weaving poetic lies
what has become of life - does peace come with an unattainable price
maybe someday the weight of these words will weigh heavier than hatred
and the moon shall rise and sprinkle glistening pearls upon eclipsed spheres….
for now, a world without war, I shall weave in seraphic syllables
Copyright © Ink Empress | Year Posted 2023
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