All I see is hurt,
Why is there so much thirst
For blood?
It's dripping down,
Like a never ending waterfall.
All must hail
The king,
They say.
The king who wants war,
Instead of peace.
I lay before you,
Can you hear my voice?
I'm begging you,
Don't do this.
But he keeps ruling,
With his iron fist.
- Author: Vall Davies ( Offline)
- Published: April 7th, 2022 05:54
- Category: Sad
- Views: 18
Comments1
great piece I can think of many ways to apply its message, Dahlia
Thank you. Glad you liked it
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