Weep now for the Innocents, the ones War comes to find in Churches, Temples, Schoolyards, when the bombs are falling, blind; where the Wicked search for targets, leaving blood and tears behind - Weep now for the Innocents of War. Weep now for their families, weep now for their kin when their anger turns to hatred and their hatred turns to sin when the light inside is fading and the darker thoughts begin weep now for the innocents of War...
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So beautiful
Wow, Rebecca. This is a powerful poem. I don't think enough of us realize how long wars truly last: not years, but generations.