The dead stand in silence forming a line
Hand in hand waiting for more hands to entwine.
Their eyes are closed with mouths askew
Then they watch as the bullets slam into you.
All lives were shattered leaving nothing to stand,
As the blood of war stained each grain of sand.
They laughed those warmongers standing so far away
As the cameras were loaded for another bloody day.
Do shells preach the truth, does death tell no lie?
Shall we all wave goodbye to truth and watch it die?
Can the death of children be an answer? Can war be a game?
Is it the dead who stand in silence who are taking the blame?
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