The sun’s boldness reflected my fear on this scorching day,
The fear that with a blink of an eye, we’d all have to pay.
My feet are dragging lazily on the heated pavement to no end,
We all march with weak spasms of adrenaline, we all yell out to the sky like tortured wrens.
The battle field is laid out plain and clear,
The enemies smirk with a sadistic delight, waiting for us to groggily appear.
The invisible line that divides the evil and the good wavers with the fierceness of the event,
Hoping to somehow falter and get itself out of this Bedlam, out of this predicament.
Blood is strewn across the land, those of the brave, and those of the weak.
Not one soul is standing now, I’m breathing alone, but in their place are the remains of those who fought to the very peak.
What does humanity do now, but wait until sunlight returns, to look upon their destructive complexion?
It’s a never ending battle, one that has no victor; can I make a suggestion?
Think before you raze your own kind,
Strive to save those that will be left behind.
For are we not all human, are we all not related?
It’s a sobering thought, the one that nags at our minds- what more chaos can be created?
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