Reality of War
I hear the mournful sorrows of war.
The sight of destruction brings its horror.
Come forth is the belittling of another man.
Incomprehensible hateful anger, they band.
Loved ones painfully shred our fragile hearts.
Mournful cries as we lay to rest the departed.
Our lives are currency; we mean so little to them.
They will relish and gleefully profit to no end.
Lords of war will manipulate and control our minds.
They divide us all, for they are cruel with words so unkind.
Remnants of moral courage fade into the night.
Dreams of innocent death wake the afflicted with fright.
We are enslaved in fear of their violent oversight.
Soon, the hidden truth will bring in a vengeful light.
We are many as truth binds us in beautiful, loving unity.
Even one candle lit will reveal the truth for others to see.
We are now free.
Copyright © Dexter Greener | Year Posted 2024
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