Escape

War has given me the escape

Escape from my dreary self.

Escape from this life

Dystopian novelty wrecks the brain.

Built broken castles of a wreckage.

Of a future unknown but dark,

Dark as the fear we feel today.

Fear of the black smoke and

Guns and machines.

Of air raids and the third war.

Of lost innocence and smile,

A child was born,

Five weeks old.

Cried for life,

Shrieked for comfort.

Was silenced and put to rest.

A child born into freedom,

Was chained to the shackles of death.

Spit on you,

The world is closing in.

Your paranoia is the reality now.

No end to this road,

Jump off the cliff or surrender.

You shall fade away,

Forgotten in the annals of history.

As we fight for the last breath of freedom,

Of fearless living and dominance.

You took the smile away,

You shall fade away.

Dance of Death

Enjoy the dance of death

While the world morbidly watches

The black cloud rise up.

The smoke, the wind will

Take it to the West.

Entering our lungs, this black cloud

Shall be our death.

The curtain is ferrous and red,

And we shall all enjoy the dance of death.

It's inching closer to you,

Oh sickle and hammer.

U shall be painted red,

The world will finally watch,

Your dance of death.

You drive the SUV full throttle,

Till the end of the road.

Without a care, you shall meet your end.

As the blood drops on the Black sea

The tide shall rise and you will drown in it

The world shall watch

Your dance of death.

And the Swan will swim again,

Peacefully in their Lake.

For you will be long gone,

In black smoke.

Oh sickle and hammer,

Shall be buried dead.

Tombstone

I saw her name on the tombstone today.
A story it told of her life's struggles.
A son she begot but died before her,
World of sorrows she must have felt.
Witnessed the two great wars, she saw the world change.
Was she happier than we are today?
A life of purpose it must have been,
Of surviving against all odds.
Long life lived she, faith must have caught on.
A century of changes, an ocean of experiences, how much does one see in this lifetime?
Another tombstone caught my eye,
A soldier was laid to rest.
Proud even in his death,
'killed in action' was he.
Is this what you call,
Living a meaningful life?

Sea of poppies

Red is the colour I see,
I see no tear no blood differently.
The sea of poppies forever remain,
Sadness I feel for thee.
Great wars you all fought,
For our motherland, our peace and our children.
We stand here today to thank you,
As you lay deep-under resting today.
Fought you did for the world we have today.
Divided yet united in pain we cry today.
The tears come for different mothers,
Yet peace is what we seek every day.
You fought in the great wars,
We fight the great war within, today.
Every child, in every time
Feels the pain.
The sea of poppies remains the same.