War

 

War

 

The day after next I will see,

The nightmare this world has come to be.

While there are some I’d like to see dead,

Filled with hot molten lead.

I still dream to myself of a day,

Where I can see my children laugh & play,

In the spring blossom & winter snow,

Because this is not a world I wish for them to know.

This twisted smiles of the dead looking up at me,

As I think of my home across the sea,

I look about as my friends go,

To become more corpses in the snow,

There is one thing in this world I know,

There, is a place, I do not want to go.

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