When Death Sings A Lullaby   1 comment

Again, poetry saves the day. — kenne

yaskhan

Death  comes upon them
Finite, infinite, definite
Pain and loss huddle into 
A grieving mass of broken hope.

Wondering what they did wrong..
When bombs drown their cries
The blood wipes away their tears
To be alive is to be broken
To be alive is to be wounded
That when they come from the sky
They come from the ground
They hit where it hurts the most
Taking away what you love the most

While the bigwigs sit and talk away at big tables
Drinking from the cup of blood

The universe is frightened
And the stars wonder
Why has man turned from human to beast?

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Posted October 20, 2019 by kenneturner in Information

One response to “When Death Sings A Lullaby

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  1. I think we’ve been like that from the beginning, it’s just more visible and deadly to everything right now.

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