Despair
A Cognitive Dissonance
We love the blossoms beauty
We ask only for the beauty to grow.
Yet we war and destroy the blossoms
More surely than the snow.
We war and claim to love the earth
We war and poison the dirt
That produces the withered blossom
That produces the wilted blossom
We listen to the music to lighten our hearts
Then we go to war and destroy our ears
So we can n o longer hear the music start
Wee war forever and ever for years
Dominic James Wiebersch.
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