conflict/war

There’s a girl in the war they make pictures, glossy black and whiteHard times come again no more.I gaze, tears glaze, cannot look awayIt is gloss and grit, so sick of itThere’s a girl in the warShe holds her brother’s hand, her father’s rusted shawlAll that is left is rubble and dust, hunger, rageHard times … Continue reading Whenever it Ends it Ends Like This