You Are The Tears That Stain These Pages

You are the tears that stain these pages

You create pain that lasts for ages

You are the wind that rips cities apart

You are the words that break so many hearts

You are the mind that spawns he lies

You are the bomb that ruins lives

You are the scissors that clipped wings

You are the sadness that people bring

You are the darkness to our light

You create grief to kill our fight

You are the one who hurts our love

You are the gun which shoots the dove

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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