Unspeakable Sin
Ive listened to darkness
for eons,
as the lightning strikes
a hammer
the Iron monger cries
of innocence
a March to war begins
A King tears a flag
to tatters,
handing soldiers
a piece each
of the next generation
in warfare,
what they will die for?
Mighty Leaders
bequeath our bloodlines
to an early grave
for what?
money and glory?,
land rights ?
or just plain greed
days of not so long ago
wars fought
were of honour,
in dignity and freedom
These are now just
a history in my memory,
listing to fade
Hate and greed
lust and wraith
bleed the veins
of our future
and we let them
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