Ecstatic dreams I always see
Pristine, unerring, and grand.
Divergent in reality.
Homes wickedly blitzed
with ravaging clouds of bullets
Youth wasted, pure souls annihilated.
Hatred stacked in a desperate search for tranquility
Unity broken, Humanity lost
Division of faith, culture, and race
Label, it separates
A curse forever inflicted
Wars can never be won, war was never a patch.
Bloodshed is what we’ll get
instead of peace that everybody wanted.
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