The battle is not fought with guns or weapons
The conflict is not sought by the many
I stop and think for a second
For the battle is still going-as always not friendly
With words that shatter the frame
The atmosphere reeks of shame
How many will take their lives
For the everblooming words turn dark inside
The lights will guide
The thunderous words of things denied
How many more lives will be fought with words?
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SweetOdodoGrass43 (
Offline) - Published: March 27th, 2023 18:11
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Comments1
Its a sad truth.Words can kill.Well said
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