The war of the third world is on route.
I feel it in my broken bones.
Falling skies and writhing sand.

Come world climb from the fence.
May goals no more create sorrow.
A glowing sun, fresh water,
Tomorrow walking in,
Tail removed from tangled straps which bridle it between the legs.
Winter time and the living ain't easy.
Bombs and guns,
No war to be won.
No world to be fought for, if we're not careful.
Fearful world.
Sleep easy.
(c)LIVVI