They clamber over me
calling me to war
yet I do deny them
for I am from wars old

I wish that they listened to me
knew you can never even a score
no matter the hatred
never go back to war

Doubt not that pain
that human feeling
when all is lost
that mother comes to your blue lips

I and my kind
sure we do not judge you
we think of you as cowards
and deem, never back to war

What would be the point
the point of our indignations
the point of a northern star
flickering, as much as glaring


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

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