Air raid sirens wail
Catastrophic deafening
War reaching the shores
We put the damn tea
In the dark waters yelling
No taxation here
History is weird
To victors go the spoils
What will we write next
We can’t get along
No matter where you go it’s
Just a bloody mess
I thought about this
& decided to jump in
Head first on concrete
It’s like humans just
Need an excuse to cry wolf
Playing with their toys
Watch end of ze world
Because honestly it’s like
Art imitates life
There is joy somewhere
Buried under rubble where
Dusty flowers bloom
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