Cracked

What I believe.

They say we live life well,

But there's a crack in their eyes,

They cannot see.

They say peace will come with war,

But there's a crack in their eyes,

They cannot see.

They say we are not sheep, born to be killed off,

But there's a crack in their eyes,

They cannot see.

They say to believe in them,

But there's a crack in their eyes,

They cannot see.

They say we are not wasted,

But there's a crack in their eyes,

They cannot see.

Reviews

[joewade]

This is strong, and I usually do not like repition, but this is good, and it works here. It's nice to see someone punctuating their poetry.