Peace: The Human Dream - Poem by Bryan Santos
Dear Soldier, I ask you why!
Why would you make, this poor mother cry?
You point a gun to this innocent boy,
Instantly repelling, his remaindered joy.
Cruelty, can be always bigger,
But worst of all is to pull the trigger.
Do you know his thoughts or his emotions?
Do you even care? !
Such thoughts are horrible, to even speak of,
In short: It’s Fear.
Fear of loneliness, Fear of death,
The logical Fear of the dark.
Fear of never waking up again,
Or simply wanting a new start.
But the cruelty never stopped,
And probably never will,
Society slowly, deteriorates,
Before our eyes, the Human Dream, is killed.
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