Grief of the youth,
In a resetting world,
Brimming over bloody tears.
Starving for a disease,
To cure away another,
Trained to be aloof.
Chants of patriotism,
Blinded by flagless poles,
Who have deemed to be, themselves the leads.
Serrated knives, shattered bodies,
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Scattering o’er the smirking backs,
Of those unaffected, those greed prone.
Exasperated, we should survive,
Right ?
