Plea for Peace; a villanelle
The shrouds of mourning flap against the sky
The chill of evil seeps and creeps around
Silence the guns; no more shall victims die
The hoary men and ancient women sigh
While life's blood pours into the thirsty ground
The shrouds of mourning flap against the sky
Our instability will snap the tie
A victor in this game will then be crowned
Silence the guns; no more shall victims die
Our voices reach up trembling to the sky
We know then as we hear the fatal sound
The shrouds of mourning flap against the sky
Those few who curse and yet dare ask us "why?"
Increase tenfold those buried in the mound
Silence the guns; no more shall victims die
This fatalistic world's time draws ere nigh
We must turn back before the end is found
The shrouds of mourning flap against the sky
Silence the guns; no more shall victims die
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