The way of living
The way of life
A sick and twisted game
How could brothers
Who fight in arms
Betray and cause such pain

How could our sisters
Despise and hate
Do they feel no shame

This world is breaking
Or so it has
Drifted apart
Like my broken heart

I cry everyday
But not alone
The heavens weep with me
To mourn
Those lost in war and civil dispute
The bloodshed
Of this sick and twisted game

By: Johan Potgieter


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