John Westlake

(Crawley)

077. Nothing’s Changed


Nothing’s changed
governments are still corrupt
people are still dying
and terror seems to rule ok

Every day the innocent are slaughtered
peace treaties become more fragile
soon to be broken
massacres on all sides

The smell of death will fill the air
panic creeps into the soul
trapped between the twisting fingers of fear
the pain will increase

Diseases spread caused by pollution
a river of plagues shall flow
everything will become infected
creatures will die in their thousands

War will spread across the globe
alliances will be lost
blood will stain the land once more
peace will be forgotten

Burnt out world
war ravaged countries
all creatures dead
all life destroyed
was this meant to happen

Submitted: Sunday, March 02, 2014
Edited: Saturday, March 29, 2014

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