He is looking in to the vast sky
Of complete emptiness within deep cry
Cheeks dried out of wet sobbing for time
His life wore dark for someone's crime
His dispondent heart, a victim of war
Loosing every mate by mortars jar
Voices of his friend echoes in head
Lump in his throat as lives dead
War is a massacre of slaughtering life
King's urge for power lured by his knife
Sprawling sky turning scarlet red
Earth reflecting flowing river of inanimate blood.
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