It shall end, very very soon
But daily death eats us with a spoon.
With sugar laced and buttered utterances
And heartbroken feigned appearances,
They say SOON, but how soon?
Burnt, like fishes by a bad cook
And reduced to stories for books.
Conveniently, we have gone to war
Our stories, to the world now a bore
They say SOON, but how soon?
If we must win this fight
We must hold on tight
Realise your neighbour is friend
If we must defeat these fiends.
We must fight with peace! Then soon, very soon.
But daily death eats us with a spoon.
With sugar laced and buttered utterances
And heartbroken feigned appearances,
They say SOON, but how soon?
Burnt, like fishes by a bad cook
And reduced to stories for books.
Conveniently, we have gone to war
Our stories, to the world now a bore
They say SOON, but how soon?
If we must win this fight
We must hold on tight
Realise your neighbour is friend
If we must defeat these fiends.
We must fight with peace! Then soon, very soon.
Poetic Justice... God keep us strong.
ReplyDeleteSOON we hope it all ends