World: III

by Laith   Jul 28, 2009


The sun ran out of light to lead her dance
Candles ran out of patience and romance
Songs are no longer flirting with her hair
But she rocks the silence which songs won't dare

Ciphers hit their ears as music to warn
Another hateful leader has got born
Who she dances around with pride
While I watch death on her other side

She afraid not, nor does the set on her back
Even if tomorrow would be dressed in black
She dances when I demand her armies to rise
To shield that hip on which another soldier dies

Her feet drowned in blood and smoke
So she rages against words they have spoke
She dances along the misery life gave
She calls this world's coward and brave

But still, she dances over the beat of fire
She dances over ruined life and desire
She defies our olden rusty mind
She overwhelms the human kind

And she'll keep on dancing 'til the end of time
Until peace becomes her glooming rhyme
Blue, orange and green will unite as one
And together we'll see our ever lost sun

So many died and dying more will see
They will in what they call world number three
The concept of being or not to be
Is literally obliged on you and me

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