Lovable world, unlovable home
Something that we see taught us in the wrong
We think we're just bad people, but the world is worse
It burns and builds back up, like an organism that rots.
Cruelty and pain bought us to this song
Loud, painful static that plays all the day long
Screaming of people who caused this war
Screaming of innocents, that make our hearts split in half.
One day, hands will connect firm
We'll stop this endless cycle out of own will
We'll drop the grenades, rifles, and sing a melody
To end this distrust's harmony that chokes us deep within.
- by a war survivor, from Ukraine.
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