how can we say
to the ones who’ll carry
the weight of the future
that past events are truly history
when we keep walking the same damned road
how do we look at ourselves
and not weep the tears
of the damned knowing
we’re leaving our children
a legacy of war, hatred, and division
how do we stem the tide
of this death march and
restore the joy of childhood,
the preciousness of life,
and the freedom to live and love
according to the song in each priceless soul
how do we once again
bless the beasts and the children
and redeem the days for
those who have no idea
what lie in store for them?
This makes me so sad.
So well-penned.
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Breaks my heart ❤️
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An excellent piece of writing, Rita.
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Thank you, my friend.
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