Wounded With Hatred

Thousands of men wounded with hatred
Hundreds of children dying in pain
Brothers against brothers
What more do I have to see?

The moon gets darker by the minute
Rivers are filled with bloods of us
Dead birds, barren trees
What more do I have to see?

Love is a myth. Death is the truth
Red skies drop bombs of hell
Hope’s lost to the winds
What more do I have to see?

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26 thoughts on “Wounded With Hatred

  1. I am grateful, at least, for people who are willing to at least try to see, thank you. That very tendency just might belie the myth that love is a complete myth? (maybe) Thank you also for your kind notice of my little dance with epistemology by the way, Thanks.

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