Dance
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The war dancers
Never cease
They move to the beat of
Bombs and bullets and
Dead bodies in the streets
The screams of a mother
Holding a lifeless child
While a legless veteran
Sits and cries
And waits to die
Onward the wraiths dance
Every corner of the world
Scarred by their steps
Corpses and shelled buildings
Burnt out homes
Unrecognizable streets
Today it's Palestine
Ukraine, Africa and
The Middle East
Tomorrow where will
We find this dancing beast?
Where will we hear
The marching feet?
The clanking tracks of tanks
The whoosh of jet fighters
Missiles launching
Drones hunting
Fires burning
People fleeing
Hatred seething
Someone, somewhere, anyone
Turn the music off,
Please!
Will we ever dance for peace?
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