Nothing Great About the Blood Flow

They fight and never die
I hate to brake the mood
To tell you the truth
Its all a lie
Everybody lives
And everybody dies
But why do we have to go so soon
You think those who live are above it all
Those who die
Told some kind of lie
But this whole fantasy is bullshit
In war
Even the living
All the blood that flows Life lost Death knows
Its tears that flow
Broken feelings
That will never feel again
A thousand blades of grass cry out
Choking on the blood
They ask

By: Minister Peaceful Poet (that’s me) 11/17/17


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