Gods of war lost their manners ripping worlds apart,
Shameful, stood there watching mothers crippled dreams way from the start,
Guilty of walking past, the tears that burn the streets,
Why do you pick up the pace of ignorance?
Why don’t you slow down?
Why don’t you stop?
Why don’t you please ask?
Remove your mask…
Blades they bleed of grief not glory.
End of story.
© Michelle Sotiriou 2019