I glance at the tears of fading times,
Through the horizon of passing days,
No mercy at a dear brother,
Shadows glance and sneer,
Blood trickles and smear,
Innocent and guilty alike,
Chit chat of would be,
Whispers to silence of reality,
Left to the fate of brotherhood,
Slashed and washed off,
Down the streams of the heartless,
Filled with anger,
Covered with rage,
And clobbers of mistrust and deceit.
Tell me why?
Is your heart so cold,
When your word, like gold,
Can save a peoples fold?
Do you see the pain,
Ripping on innocent hearts?
Stumbling and staggering in illusions,
Captured in quagmire of confusion,
Sure brotherhood so I suppose.
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