Wait - Poem by Julius Glasthal
She waits for what will land,
scared they sleep. Hiding in the sand.
Secretly hide ourselves for the antics we surprize.
We use up what ever they send, what ever arrives.
He waits for whats coming toward him,
horrified they wait, tending to the missing limbs
of fallen sons.
Secretly hide ourselves to make them run.
For what we want, for what they have.
Take what we need, cut their land in half.
Both wait. They sleep, almost never awake.
They really don't care whats at stake.
The price for bloodshed is measured by the gallon.
They walk away with every dropp laughing.
They both smile with every soul they snatch.
They both cry with every heart they couldn't catch.
So we all seem to wait for whats next.
The fine lines of the hidden text.
We all wait...
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