War is so dreadful.
But maybe successful
Fight for one’s country,
Yet never be free.
Telling your loved ones the same old lie,
That this won’t be our last goodbye.
Come on lads,
Make your dads proud.
You soon will be bowed.
But don’t get your hopes up.
As you are on thin ice,
So don’t let yourself pay the bing bang price.
As Mary sat there in a pool of sunshine,
she felt the warm sun caressing her face
She laid back in the soft grass
running her fingers through it.
She laid back and watched the clouds run above her
and the birds fly past.
She could hear the trees swaying fom side to side
waving at Mary.
When his strength is all he has
War is pain for those fighting
Death is all around
When he reaches his limit
He feels pain
Bellum mortiferum est
When the rain comes
All he has is himself
All those that die
Cry in heaven
His comrades limping like hags
Shaking like scared little children
Bellum venenosum est
Guns blasting
Planes bombing
Tanks blowing
Men dying
Men drowning, guttering, crying
All that live
Should
Respect the fallen men
Because
Bellum deformem
In a world of people, different and unique,
Sometimes fear and ignorance speak.
Skin colors vary, shades diverse,
Yet some hearts hold a bias, perverse.
Judging others by the color of skin,
A shallow act that lets no one win.
Racism’s poison, a toxic flow,
Dimming the light that love can show.
But let’s strive for a world that’s fair,
Where kindness triumphs over despair.
Break the chains that hatred forges,
Build bridges instead of divisive gorges.
In unity, strength we find,
A simple truth for all mankind.
Let understanding and empathy bloom,
To erase the shadows of a prejudiced gloom.
Down the streets of America there is great fear,
All of them have their finger triggers in their pocket,
While the rest of them are crying black tears,
Hiding under their shaken blankets.
Waiting as they dream of the nights
While all the privileged get to hang loose,
Forevermore the blacks can’t have a flight,
While the Americans have a nice chocolate moose.
All of the discriminated forced into labour,
Something they wouldn’t be able to escape,
Not even being able to talk to their neighbour
All trying to see the white as a man in a cape.
Things would need to change,
Something different needs to start.
It isn’t the colour if your skin,
It’s what you need to change in your heart.
Peace is brought to the fields by wind
Peace is brought by chaos
Peace is the sound of bombs dropping
Peace is brought by pain
Peace is the absence of sound
Peace is the sound of waves lashing
Peace is the hate of evil
Peace is the acceptance of fate
But after all
Pax aliena est
What if one day he decides he’s had enough
What if one day he decides my family’s just too rough
What if one day he decides he can’t handle me anymore
What if one day he decides I’m no longer a top score
What if one day he decides he doesn’t love me
What if one day he decides he wants to be free
What if one day he decides to flee
What if one day he decides he hates me
I’m worthless
Not even perfect
Very horrible
The stupid kid
The very terrible idiot
The worst kid in the family
School may be bad
But all in all it’s not that sad
Think about it
If you didn’t learn
You might as well quit
Don’t throw it away too fast
For all you know It could be a blast
So think about it very well
Maybe you might cast a spell
And start to love school
More than gruel
I stare from the ground, up into the starry sky
I will aim for glory; to be famous and known
Immortal through my name and deeds
People won’t ever forget the light that I have shown
And as I come closer to my egocentric goal
Performing deeds, for gain instead of good
I realize, no matter how bright I’ll twinkle and shine
The Sun will come up; and wipe all the stars into the abyss
Then, I get frustrated, furious and desperate
Immortality is what I had longed for, I had a clear aim
Now clinging to the crystal goal
I set forward to re-earn my fame
My goal didn’t change; but my methods did
For Villains are carved firmly into stone
Instead of light; I would be the dark
I would be the one who people abhorred
And my name would be unbendable from history
And so I tell you, don’t trick yourself
Perform good deeds not for glory
But for yourself; for a clean conscience
Which grows from gratitude
And the happiness for the one you helped