A Piece of poetry

Dirt

T/W: mentions of blood and death

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Everything is strange.
Nothing is perfect.
Everyone wants revenge
On those people who deserve it.

But nobody exactly knows
What is good and what is bad.
The world is slowly getting worse.
And they don't even understand.

Corpses are rotting in their graves,
Not knowing that the living perish.
That's the beginning of the end
Because of the cruelty they cherish.

Blood is draining from the face
Of the innocent who was just killed.
And next to him is his living dad:
"Wake up, my son. No time to sleep."

Mother Earth is crying,
Washing away dead blood.
The world began to crumble
Since the time of the Flood.

Many people won't see the sun,
Which stopped to warm.
And all this is the price
For the dirty war.