Dead and buried wishes;
Consumed party dishes.
Dreams blown faraway;
a diminished sunray.
Pathetically drowned prayers;
the dead days of a calendar.
apparently amputated aspirations;
doom is getting a better inspiration.
The resurrection of despair;
life is obviously not fair.
Hope gasps for breath;
the sinister smile of death.
Our wish for world peace
suffers from failure's tease.
Wars without a wary;
troubles have insist to tarry.
Dreams of a world without guns
have starved our souls of fun.
Guns litter the world map;
chaos has refused to take a nap.
By Mc Shapiro
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