Who Is At Loss
time is running fast,coming
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mother's ask would i have to
cry for another loss
our life's are not secured, we
slain ourselve with sword
forgetting our most powerful
weapon is words
if a war begins are we save or
just driving ourselves to the
grave
who is at loss?
when we know that our
words are shaper than our
swords.
Copyright © Alpha Paul | Year Posted 2014
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