Black Clouds and Blood Soaked Soil

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Lite Creative

Submitted: August 12, 2016

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In the sky,

There are clouds,

That are spilling oil,

Onto blood soaked soil.

 

Man kills man every day,

No one can deny the fact,

But why can't we find a way,

To stop this endless killing.

 

Dark black clouds spilling oil,

Another mother lost a son,

She's sat there crying ever since,

Why'd the world ever come to this?

 

Once the world was in order,

There was no unneeded slaughter,

But now we're wound up like a coil,

Surrounded by black clouds, and blood soaked soil.


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