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A sonnet describing the horrors and futility of civil wars. |
| The deeply burning hatred bred in war Is seared by rage that validates our sin. The fiery battles keep circling the core That ignites in the ashes of the fallen. The embers glow in minds too young From generations scorching the land; Choking on grief of heroes unsung, Their tears are swallowed by the sand. What’s right is pinched out by the black That blankets the hearts of misguided. In peace they would find what they lack But for some the only way is divided. For shame the suffering in children’s eyes When hatred wins- compassion dies. |