BattlesA Poem by MOON
Fragility lies on the edge of a teardrop
Holding dreams in its delicate hands
You are the mournful call on a quiet night
You are the scream shattering black to white
Washing all sorrow that bleeds the earth
Nerve gas and chemical warfare give birth
In the silence of the dreaded drone attack
Do you heed the face of the evil eye as the whips crack
There are children who fear the sound of your call
There are young men trying to find purpose thinking its war
There are Generals presidents and merchants kicking open the
door
There are mothers whose tears refuse to fall
Love was never supposed to be like this
It was never meant to obliterate
Death should be nature calling and accidents of fate
Not the feeding of a war machine not that curse
Fragility held on a knifes edge
Lining suicides on a ledge
We set the stage play the part
Bloody hands and innocence torn apart
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