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There’s no more poetry to write as long as the rockets take flight.
Nothing beautiful to sing when the warplanes take wing.
Does the math hurt your head when they’re counting the dead?
Whole bloodlines razed by the bombs. People who had done no wrong.
I don’t want a world where it’s justified after all. Where civilians are nothing but collateral.
They try to say that in war it’s okay.
I think, I hope there must be another way.
If they still have voices, the children will sing when there is peace.
We’ll be able to hear them when the bombs have ceased.
© katiewrites
Nothing beautiful to sing when the warplanes take wing.
Does the math hurt your head when they’re counting the dead?
Whole bloodlines razed by the bombs. People who had done no wrong.
I don’t want a world where it’s justified after all. Where civilians are nothing but collateral.
They try to say that in war it’s okay.
I think, I hope there must be another way.
If they still have voices, the children will sing when there is peace.
We’ll be able to hear them when the bombs have ceased.
© katiewrites
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