User:Slade24/Poetry

From Team1370

"Broken"

Silvery-white, a glorious hope,
Quench the fire with a peaceful note,
Heal the sick, relish the scenes,
Live forever as a nation of teens.

Enemy in an allied eye,
Brings about the rallying cry
to raise the armies up on high,
to raze the violence before July.

Machinations churned about
From mines and smoke, grinding out,
River of steel on epic scale
As winds of change become a gale.

Roaring through they scream and yell,
"Save the peace" as they sound the knell,
the dirges start, the world exhales,
no peace exists in raising Hell.

Grasping for trees, the leaves, the green,
Take it back from the misery
of a world gone black from musty fog,
to save it from what we've become.

Violent twisted mangled Sun
that reigns upon the broken gun,
ghostly now in tattered grey
memory of a fallen day.