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Sep 2016
How much more men
Have to give their lives
So we could finally understand
That we should not fight?

Stop killing each other.
Enough of mothers' tears
A child, having not known a father
Will keep a rage for years.

He'll grow up and raise
Eyes, not childish, but evil
His parent's graves
He will not forgive them.

He'll go with a sword and fire
On that one
Whose son
Will take revenge for his father

So let the circle spin
****** is not the way out of it.
Thousands of men died to win.
Is that what we really wanted?

Did we want to grow older
To become a dead body,
Be buried in graves
With no names?

Isn't there enough space?
Don't we have enough place?
So, no matter what it will take us
To wage wars with our neighbors?

What's wrong with you, people?
Madmen in disguise.
Is it really so little
Dirt in this world of lies?

You raised up a white dove.
Waited for it to become strong.
Then killed it, killed love.
Instead of prayer sounds the war song.

Oh, how I dream of a place
Where peace is.
Unfortunately, human race
Casts doubt on heaven's existence.
Antonina Dutchak
Written by
Antonina Dutchak  Ivano-Frankivsk
(Ivano-Frankivsk)   
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