The dearth of love,
that of compassion
Is what fears me.
Bullets showered,
Pellets fired.
Flesh scattered,
bodies limping around
drenched,
dripping blood,
Soil soaked
bathed in red.
With humans alive
And humanity dead.
Why not make, the globe,
A better place to live.
Love be shared, and mercy we give.
For my betterment, and that of you,
Lets welcome peace
and
Bid war adieu.
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