The cost of peaceA Poem by Ryan Falzon - TymonA poem about a girl who made a mistake.The crimson hell fire
drops from above,
Destroying every ounce of "ever lasting" love. Ants, hiding in mother earths harden shell. Easing death's work as the bombs fell. A loud shriek sounds from all sides. Warning of hell's coming from the skies. Parents protect children as they hide. With fear and panic as their only guide. This is the known life of death and war. A girl asked, “What is all this fighting for?" Her words boomed around the world through the blazing sun. Making every soldier of each side, dropping his gun. Then peace came with significant ease, not a single soul didn't want to please. Every single weapon thrown into a fire, one that didn't burn with hate and desire. Finally, a smile of acceptance on God's face. And a time where each soul was accepted to grace. But someone forgot, "What is all this fighting for?" And stated, "This isn't enough, I want more!" The words flowed through the earth's dark core. Bringing above demons of desire and endless gore. As the most deadly war in history was started. Yet for the little girl, all were already departed. The girl fell to the ground and cowered in fear. Begging for mother earth's protection with each tear. Each soul destroyed at least a dozen on that day. Leaving the girl standing in a shallow blood bay. So the girl found an old rusty knife, and decided to end her only life. A fire then grew in front of her. Turning her sight into a blur. The little girl drowning in self blame, walked to the calming fatal flame. Thinking why she lived while they are lost, even peace has a slight hidden cost. © 2010 Ryan Falzon - TymonAuthor's Note
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Added on September 14, 2010 Last Updated on September 14, 2010 AuthorRyan Falzon - TymonMaltaAboutYou wish to know more about me? You want to see what I see? Then listen to the words I write. With them I will give you my sight. I'm a thinker in my time. Making everything rhyme. Wondering w.. more..Writing
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