Massacre without love

I hear our groaning pains
From the fresh peels wound of blood
What can we call this o lord
Than pure massacre without love

We cry aloud with our faint voices
Pleading desperately to be set free
From this agony and twists of pain
Our masters have us to deal with again

My heart heavies me
For such cries shake my tender heart
making holes of anguish
With no hope of remedy

When did we get here
Where did our love go
Autumn leaves are withering
Sadly......so are we

#saynotoviolence
#ispeakpeace
#warisevil
#Advopoet
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