The Storm
War is like the wind
Smooth and gentle as gin
But cursed to be a blast
And to blow away our past
Guns are like thunder
Tearing the skies asunder
Ringing in our ears
And driving us to tears
Knives are like lightening
Shocking and always driving
Signalling the constant dripping
With the tearing and the ripping
Lives are like the skies
Changing with truth and lies
Never are they the same
But always, there is rain
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