Fields of green, With patches of blood rust hues
Dunes of sand, Soaking with grimy and crimson pulp
Forests of life, Screaming with the stench of death
Mountains of earth, Tinted like burgundy
Jungles of rain, With flaky and scarlet dew
Icecaps of snow, Dyed with cherry color

Time of love is lapsed with mongrel nations
Buried in fear is the innocent majority
One with hate is batting against one with misfortune
Seems so artificial that weapons array in such variety
Death is cast like bait on hook, calling of the pawns takes soon
Putting life in the hands of technology
With vulgar disrespect and meaningless conversations

In despair he will run from it all
Nowhere to run
He might as well fall
Nowhere to lie
Shouting in agony
Nowhere to talk
Bounding aimlessly in the city
Nowhere to stop
War is everywhere
Nowhere is peace
 
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