Red River
 
Dead people,
Life erased by guns.
Body pieces on the ground,
Shattered by a bomb.
Life has ended in the name of god.
Defined by people who crave for power.
 
The past is gone,
The future will never come,
And the present lays in a red river,
A river filled with blood.
 
Children with guns,
Fighting for something they don’t even understand.
Talked into killing people,
By someone who craves just for money and for glory.
 
All the hopes and all the dreams are gone,
Crashed with the bloody reality,
Poured into a river,
A river full of blood and broken dreams.
 
World full of leaders, greedy for power,
That don’t care what happens on the battlefield.
Trying to win a war against an invisible enemy,
An enemy they made of their own.
 
Blood flowing into a river,
Red red river made of blood.
 
© D.M.K.