When bombs fly
from the wrong sky
We wonder
what happened
To being an agent of peace and democracy
When we must run
From the oppression of our time
It's time to remember
That oppression
Hasn't been defeated
In times gone by -
It was merely pushed back
Piled upon the plate
Of the younger generation
Your wars have never ended...
they simply held their cease fire
Longer than most.
For it's old wounds that fester
And old ways
That refuse to die
But
The next regime
Is no guarantee
Of peace in our time.
Feb 26
Feb 26, 2026 at 8:32 AM UTC
When bombs fly
from the wrong sky
We wonder
what happened
To being an agent of peace and democracy
When we must run
From the oppression of our time
It's time to remember
That oppression
Hasn't been defeated
In times gone by -
It was merely pushed back
Piled upon the plate
Of the younger generation
Your wars have never ended...
they simply held their cease fire
Longer than most.
For it's old wounds that fester
And old ways
That refuse to die
But
The next regime
Is no guarantee
Of peace in our time.
Written 7.24.2025. I'm appalled by the current state of the world and our country's leadership.
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