04-14-2016, 06:26 PM
When the guns fall silent
and the skies are free from falling objects,
all normality breaks out and gains ground.
Birds sing, trees grow,
A farmer smiles at a maiden heifer’s calf.
Children laugh and draw smiles.
The city will awake and shake off the dust.
Old men will play chess and reminisce,
Young men will financially joust and take risks.
It is transitory,
the season of peace is a false treaty;
a lie behind the façade of reason.
Until mankind is no-more,
There will always be war.
The birds are struck dumb as the trees explode.
Farmers weep for the unsown harvest,
children draw bullets and forget how to cry.
The city shakes old men,
who rail at the failings of youth.
Young men take risks and most of them die.
Normal is genocide,
Sanitised in a daily dose of platitudinous tones.
Tomes of worthless words, spoken to those left at home
raising children to be nice and not play with guns.
and the skies are free from falling objects,
all normality breaks out and gains ground.
Birds sing, trees grow,
A farmer smiles at a maiden heifer’s calf.
Children laugh and draw smiles.
The city will awake and shake off the dust.
Old men will play chess and reminisce,
Young men will financially joust and take risks.
It is transitory,
the season of peace is a false treaty;
a lie behind the façade of reason.
Until mankind is no-more,
There will always be war.
The birds are struck dumb as the trees explode.
Farmers weep for the unsown harvest,
children draw bullets and forget how to cry.
The city shakes old men,
who rail at the failings of youth.
Young men take risks and most of them die.
Normal is genocide,
Sanitised in a daily dose of platitudinous tones.
Tomes of worthless words, spoken to those left at home
raising children to be nice and not play with guns.