The World Weeps
For those we’ve lost.
It cries
Not for the fighting, but for the dying.
Its sadness is not for one side or another, but for the ones who lie silent in the sand.
The world weeps when a bullet flies
The world dies
When that bullet finds its mark
Whether it was painted black or white
The world weeps
all the same.
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