Endless sky became a grey frame,
And drops of shame
Rape the paiting of eternity.
While, we are going to the civil war dance
Day by day, we lose the chance
To seize the day while we commit a crime.
Guns and tanks and bombs are new gods of unreality.
We stomp the little wonders of space and time.
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