The Warring Skies

Mon, 07/06/2015 - 05:01 -- Aldae

The skies go to war when the clouds are silver
all through the land you can hear the cracks and roars
see the anger flashing in the sky
destroying everything in the wrong place and the wrong time
tears from the wounded above fall down into the women and children's eyes and overflow as they weep for them
when the skies go to war ain't no sleep for them no, ain't no peace for them.

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world


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