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Needless lives pass unheeded through the boundaries,
Their tortured flesh trampled under hurried feet.
Gunshot litters the worried wind,
As harsh, rough voices shout.
The ground bleeds crimson in sorrow,
And the sky weeps grey in grief,
Yet the cruel soldiers ruthlessly ignore them.
Who will stop this endless slaughter?
Who can stop this rotting terror?
One by one, people jump up and fall down,
Only for the next group of friends to follow in their wake.
- by corrupted-loner |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 02/11/2009 |
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Emonium Shadow - 02/16/2009
- Nice... Very nice..
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- Kibroth - 02/11/2009
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Grim, but well written.
It has only the mildest hint of pretention, which I would imagine is due to your never having experienced this particular subject first hand...
-K
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