Death is on the rampage-
Unsettling with little respite,
Terror on every page.
Panic stricken from the source-
Unnerving in the night,
Fear spreads with deadly force.
From the fish in the sea-
To the birds in flight,
As far as the eye does see.
When shall it end-
Do we even put up fight,
Horrors brought by men.
Changing the sky you see-
Something that was so bright,
Just a distant memory.
Is it helpless for our young-
To watch these muttered rights,
Unheard from the child who sung.
Pity the men without guns-
Sending the kid to the fights,
Voiceless the men without sons.
Times they are a changing-
The past gone from sight,
As we embark on a new ending.
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