Standing at the top of a hill overlooking the sadness of a weary society.
My will starting to break.
Tomorrow is not without mourning a future whose promise is of pain and conflict.
Can two groups in opposite directions peacefully co-exist outside of a daydream?
Marching in unison with an friend disguised as an enemy has become commonplace.
Both groups seeking a peace that is only achievable through conflict.
Turmoil is a migraine to the soldiers who spilled blood to ensure a better way for the generation to come.
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Author:
Michaelpoet (
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- Category: Sociopolitical
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