AlwaysLivid

Teufelskreis

Authored by Panos Vasilopoulos, 02 Nov 2020

No war without death, no peace without dread.

We cheer for the ones who can scream the loudest,
rather than the ones who can get us the farthest.
We treat and disrespect as if we were on our timelines,
when we are nothing but the mere joke of our times.

We still act like a gramophone that just repeated,
yet we still tell ourselves that this time will be different.
All the wounds seem familiar, yet downright deepened.
We're playing our part in this vicious circle.

Perhaps we could try writing some new lines for once, instead of the few,
then just act like everything's as good as new.

There's no war without death,
no peace without dread.

How many more tears have to be shed?

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