War
Maybe It is the-
last song I sing,
Between these rattling-
Swords And wings.
I can feel-
The fear of children and the elderly,
Crying For help-
In the world Unknown to be.
I can feel-
The urge to kill In the youth,
Showing Patriotism-
For their Booth.
Flowers are dead-
Even the Hope,
Everything has Disappeared
And everyone's Lost.
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