Light cinders to dust
Dark turns to rust
Love because lust
Lie is now trust
None of these make sense to me
Like an angle with a negitive degree
Or planting a dead withered tree.
Is this how the world shall be?
Honor to pride
Peace to war
Seeing to blindness
Life charishable nevermore
None of these make sense to me
A world without peace is not a world to be.
Like punishing a child for being good
Or disgraceing a soldeir as he or she stood
Is this the world we make to be?
Is this the world our children see?
Ive lost all faith in humanity
But still there is hope
With the innocent dream of a child that he or she can believe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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