A bitter taste

Destroying beauty

People that kill

People who die

Children who wake

From gunshots outside

Families afraid to

Send their children to school

Blood soaked clothing

Of mothers whose

Sons have died in their arms

Guns in the hands

Of the innocent and nefarious

Bombs dropped

Bloodshed in the name of God

Wars for power, land, oil, greed

Mother’s without children

Babies without families

Nations without trust

Humans without Love

***

Hope endures faintly

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