The Past Is Never Dead

Face whatever haunts you,it is the key to freedom

Hear! Hear! flashing lights and roaring bombs

And battalions marching towards death

The sins of the fathers are not the sons

What are we fighting for in end?

Words cut deep within the soul

It is a sword that killed many dreams

We who hold the gun of misery

And a single thought pulls its trigger

Are we pure enough to speak the truth?

When our eyes told lies we committed 

Are we righteous enough to give verdict?

When our deeds in the end are yet to be judged

It is fated that this world will die

But the idealism remains immortal

For the past is never dead, it only has begun

And the trial is yet to come!

Author's Note

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