Turbulent

A battlefield of innocent dead

left forgotten under the unaffected sky.

Cries fro justice and salvation lost in the wind.

Broken families created by cruel orders.

Human soldiers too frightened to ponder

upon those lives destroyed. 

The cruel generals care for naught,

save the seductive ideals of power and glory. 

At the expense of the weak, do the strong rule. 

 

 

 

 

 

In a dark room, I lie awake

My thoughts detailing every mistake

Those decisions I did not make

What to do, What to do

I toss, and I turn

but those thoughts I cannot shoo

What was the cost

Surely, I’ve learned

busy days means a night of concerns

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