Peace in our time they promised us.
They pretended half our world was not alive,
So the illusion of peace could still survive.
In the world... where boy like man lives,
Those who spoke truth did choose to die.
The names of villains they taught as saints
For safety and prosperity,
Our freedom they bartered away.
Then across the globe, the people rose
Demanding the slaves be made free.
Under tanks and gas their bodies fell,
Until Kings (only kings),
Demanded to them our bodies we sell.
To the demons of hell our bodies we gave.
For why be free if to 'peace' man can still be enslaved?
You should have taken Lit, truly heartbreaking. Thank you for challenging my thoughts with your poetry.
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