#endwar
I is a strange question mark in this big scheme of World
War is everywhere, all the cowards killing the innocents
Riches do not loose anything, they are more safer than ever
Nobody knows who is right in this war.
Someone have oppressed their own people for decades
Someone is killing to be the leader of the World
Someone is killing, who think they are the smartest in the World
Why do we live in the shadow of these narcist people, but also what else can we do
I is a question mark in my life because here in my tiny apartment I think what can I do ?
I have no power, I do not know who is right ?
I am worried like rich people losing my money like riches but I am not rich enough to think of only money
Then I think what about a mother losing the child for the greed of the riches
What about the brother losing his sister for the greed of power
Will I stand the sight of blood, why would these people fight as riches want
The vengeance, will I be a part in war if I lose I love to quench the thirst of riches
I seek how, why people **** with no mercy
You kiss your kids goodbye and go **** someone else kids
You still live, breathe and sleep but you are broken
But riches are not broken they only see numbers and power they have
Again I is a strange question mark in my life now. Where do I fit ?
Mar 28
Mar 28, 2026 at 11:12 PM UTC
For the weak, for the ******
Who hears their sacred plea
When their souls are in flames?
Who testifies to the carnage
The dusk of tyranny wrought
Upon a stand of hollow men?
Who bears such celestial wings
To lift humanity unto a peak
And defy the gravity of froth?
Who, thus, shall pen in song
A tune of woe – its chapter raw
To rouse, the foretold Saviour!
Jun 16, 2024
Jun 16, 2024 at 6:15 AM UTC
Genuinely, I voice
Ever to the listener
News for the soul;
Only by a cypher
Cutting through
Infantry of waves
Declaring to all:
End the madness!
Jun 16, 2024
Jun 16, 2024 at 6:02 AM UTC
The Pharisees casting stones
In ostentatious long white robes
From where they don’t preach – that
Mighty ain’t made from sword.
Drab be the low – dusted!
A modern day they call it:
So they drop shells and bombs
(MODERN DAY WAR FARE!)
We wait for the Armageddon
Bound in our own backyards
For it will not be too long
From wonted neighbor to vile foe
A wild cry: Long live to none!
Or so it shall be, for all mortals.
Jun 16, 2024
Jun 16, 2024 at 5:58 AM UTC