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Storm clouds made from flames


Storm clouds made from flames of rage,
Puts even the smallest children in an evil daze.
Setting millions of innocent people ablaze
Just for what's at the end of the maze.
The camera and media love this stuff,
Just to give their show a demonic "fluff".
How can you trust them if they have no time
To show remorse,
Or even spare a dime?
It's every man for themself, right?
Isn't the world made to fight?
Isn't life just like chess?
You sacrifice the weak for death?
And the strong will go get their prize.
They'll have the money if you're dead or alive.
This war,
Between light and dark will go past kids bedtime.
You won't get them to sleep with a simple rhyme.
Everybody has a struggle in their mind.
So, what's your side?

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savigirl14
<p>This poem is really good. I like your use of words in this poem. Keep writing</p>

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