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Requiem for the Unheard
Into the steel forged by wounds that won’t heal
Blood drips its way down dreams gone astray
Low baying of hounds over silent mounds
Loud howls and loud sounds across all of these grounds.
An age dies without wonder while we tear each other asunder
While its not a wonder, all these dreams that we plunder,
“Children are dying” is the song and the crying
We bury them vowing next time to be trying.
The world’s been at war since its initial roar
While no one holds the door and there’s bones on the floor
“Children are dying!” screams from its broken seams
There’s no one to listen as everyone dreams.
We deserve what we get as I’ve not seen yet
The mending of wounds and forgiveness that swoons
“Children are dying” — and so is our world cursed
In the end, indifference until that one last sunburst.
