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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Submitted: August 12, 2016



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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