To Stain The Soil Poem by Bella Magik
To Stain The Soil
How are we meant to comprehend?
The tragic loss of life
When we are told of hundreds of murdered
By a martyrs sacrifice
How do we still
The haltered fuelled by this constant grief
Dose every country have a hero,
Dose every country have a thief?
How do we stem the flow of blood?
That's staining all soil red
If, in life we fight the difference
Do we rest peaceful once we're dead?
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