Are you really here?
Didn’t I just see you?
Fighting on the battlefield?
Now here you are,
Lying on the ground with your face in it.
I can’t accept this picture,
The trees torn from the ground,
Burning,
People dying,
I just can’t grasp it.
I wish that we are in the meadows,
Running,
Playing,
Like a dream,
Not this reality.
I can’t imagine you, once alive
Now died.
It comes
as a shock to me,
Because we were once good friends,
Yes, I said were.
I said it,
Cause you’re died.
Boom, Boom!
That’s my cue,
Soon, very soon,
I’ll say hello to you.
But right now,
I can’t grasp it,
This war,
Thousands died,
Loads of empty shells,
And bloodshed.
But Most of all,
I can’t clasp this actuality,
I live in my dreams.
Of misconceptions
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