Hope

Fathers proudly destroy,
Their hands holding the toy,
A sword or loaded gun,
To kill in endless fun. 

Mothers sadly do mourn,
Their hearts forever torn,
Giving birth to their blood,
Swept away in the flood. 

I would kill to see wars,
The plagues, breeders of stars,
Wiped from the golden earth. 

I would die to witness,
The end of all this mess,
The cleansing of this curse. 

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