All Endless

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Where have all the flowers gone?
Please make it all stop,
Is time endless torture?
Or the most valued thing?
Whatever the answer
The world will keep spinning,
I don’t see you in it.

Submitted: February 12, 2008

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Does anyone care anymore?
That people are dying?
These bombs they keep flying.
He dies, she cries.

All love letters scarce,
It’s starting to become more of a dream,
So what will remain in our tomorrow?
And yet the sun will keep rising
On this bloodshed horizon.
Baby, I love you.
Baby, I miss you.

Where have all the flowers gone?
Please make it all stop,
Is time endless torture?
Or the most valued thing?
Whatever the answer
The world will keep spinning,
I don’t see you in it.

Children are killing,
Our voices are silenced.
This hate. Your love…
And the tic-toc of an evil clock.
How did this come to be?
She asks, he’s gone.

Don’t you dare lie.
Oh, but please don’t cry.
Fear eats us all up, my darling.
In the end, we are scared to be scared.

There are too many confusing problems
That all became a lot clearer,
The day he died….the day you died,
And I cried.


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