Religion In The Middle East Poem by Crimson Reflections

Religion In The Middle East



Wet eyes of every color
always cry, never dry
The guns, the violence, the fight for power
all the lies flying by

Young hearts freezing in the heat
the sun screams through their dreams
Sire gone, the war's defeat
the life streams between the seams

God crying for the peace of what's amiss
Not knowing he's the cause of this

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