The Battles Which We Feed Poem by Madrason .

The Battles Which We Feed



If people were as ignorant
as the bullets that are shot
this world would be
a barrel full of misery
the battles which we feed
have no room in a heart
where love wants to breed
all hatred needs depart.


Madrason 15-12-2013
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