Ending The Perpetual Tragedy

Hear my words that I might teach you

Take my arms that I might reach you

That I might reach

Straight for your throat

This is madness

Will we not be satisfied

Until we sit drenched in each other's blood?

The shame of only two appalling options:

A taker of life, or a dead man

This is why the wives, the mothers, and children are mourning

Love, as vital to life

As blood to heart

Conquers pain

Lest death intrudes by means of its

Flawed emissary, man

On this day, saints will be sinners

There will be no victors, only bereaved

This is why we mourn

Leaving the world blind, eye after eye

Disease inhabits the environs

Famine feeds our gardens

Flesh is predisposed to die

Death needs no aide

We bear blood to where we rest

And still we are not sleepless

And we will live such tragedy in perpetuity

Her loved one is dead

His loved one is dead

My loved one is dead

Your loved one is dead

This is a tragedy