June 17, 2011
Flames of anger
Tears of sorrow
Fill oneself

Joy disappears from hearts
Leaving only slivers of hope
In its place
Life becomes a fatal chase

Children lose their innocent faces
they are taught to fear
and believe every word
if only their voices could be heard.

This will continue
As long as there is desire
Death will follow fire

Sighs of relief
Tears of joy
Never fill oneself

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