All I could discry were blood on the sun
With the winds in brown consumed by the dust
And flame washes the soil; legs all in run
With light iron stones stealing lives with lust
Clamor voices filled the sky, like a bute;
Women on heels not mindful of their bosom
And men on there heels leaving attribute
While children cries, searching for embossom
In the hands of their parents which has fled
Though, the boot men found the war fun to kill
While the sun sit in the sky in tears fluid
looking how man has turned the world so ill;
So I ask, “what good is war to many?
Let free the dove and live in unity
Tears Of The Sun
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