The Living Door Poem by Rik Bertrand

Extinguished lifes lay over our lands,
as we all wash our war torn hands.
Peace cries out, but it's only a word,
a word that is never heard.

Hearts are broken as loved ones die.
Warlords don't see the tears we cry.
souls are taken and fear replaced,
peace is forgotten in all the haste.

Soon our world will be ripped apart,
warning are not taken to heart.
Destruction designed to take its toll,
and our lives dropp into the reapers bowl.

Again, warlords shout their victory,
but they don't see what we all see.
they have destroyed all that we live for,
the have closed forever, the living door.

REB