The dust clears away,
the smile blows,
the injured stir,
the blood flows
The guns fall down,
the hopes rise,
treat yourself,
no compromise
The stars shine again,
the eyes twinkle,
the prayers are successful,
if many people
The last casualties,
begin taking place,
the war is now pretty,
much an innocent case
But the smiles of those,
who know the word death,
those smiles will never return,
for they are now burnt.
©harisamir
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