Blood
Dripping blood
The smell of it wafts through the air
The bodies lie bare
Of spirit and life
And among the living there is still fighting
Never ending strife
Blood
Dripping blood
From fists of hate and anger
Over nothing
We have no reason
And apparently we need no reason
Reason and rationality left when the first drop was spilled
When out of anger one another we killed
We left behind the common decency shown to fellow man
And instead chose to pin each against the other hand-to-hand
Blood
Dripping blood
What justice is this?
Who gave the right?
I cannot fight
I just cannot fight
Why do we chose to take a life
Over something that means nothing?
Would we slit a throat with a knife
Because in a bet there was some bluffing?
We may cheat and we may lie
So in the end it’s time to die?
Why?
I just can’t fathom why
So I cannot fight
About the Creator
Broken Walls
I don't really know what I'm doing; I'm starting to think that maybe that's okay.
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