Slow motion hate

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Slow motion hate

A new day is born and the war wages on,
the sins of our fathers are payed with blood of our heroes
This is just life as the king leads his people to die for him

Dedicated soldiers march to the battlefield
now it has all been sealed their fate,
brothers watch eachother die,
in a world of slow motion hate

The feud has stretched from before we were born
yet when our eyes finally open,
we see a world that is war torn

Swayed by propaganda and lies from the smirking lip
the finger is pointed and the arms are raised,
the innocence we try and pull from deaths grip
as you see their eyes roll and become glazed

Killing our angels and praising our demons
now it has all been sealed our fate
this world of evil human legions
in a world of slow motion hate...

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Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

Justintime’s Poems (2)

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