Without Title Iii - Poem by Javier Falcon
Pain and suffering at the most,
causing war at border's post,
making people confront each other,
brother fighting their brother.
As this striking feeling spreads,
more lives will be on a thread.
As heavy cannons declare fire
leaving nothing to admire.
Leaving shredded blood on the field,
open wounds never to be healed.
As others and everything around continue to fall,
everything around them is engulfed in a fireball.
And yet war never seems to end,
as neighboring countries do not bend.
As the front lines continue to shrivel,
making all morals sound drivel.
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