I was working until the early morning
Heard bird’s first voice
Could the birds be heard
In the battlefield sky?
No, they cannot
There is six-hour time difference
Between Ukrainien and Japanese standard time
Not easy to see
Others’ skies together
Appearing truth’s face is an old lady
That wear a lot of makeup
Gorgeous, sweet, sweeeeet
Kiss tastes like a butter cake
Why can you judge who is evil?
Who is good?
War is not a festival
The bitterness of killing just 1, 2, 3,…
The pain of being killed
Such bitterness and pain that can only
Be understood in the field of war
We can only try to be with them
Poor babies die
What poor babies
These are loss
We are satisfied when we see the loss
While eating popcorns
Poor babies die
What poor babies!
There are two viruses right now
Spreading in the world
Mixture of fake and truth
They are changing the world
That's the truth
- Author: Makoto Maruyama ( Offline)
- Published: May 12th, 2022 14:44
- Category: Unclassified
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