Bella Magic - To stain the soil

How are we meant to comprehend?
The tragic loss of life
When we are told of hundreds of murdered
By a martyrs sacrifice

How do we still
The haltered fuelled by this constant grief
Dose every country have a hero,
Dose every country have a thief?

How do we stem the flow of blood?
That's staining all soil red
If, in life we fight the difference
Do we rest peaceful once we're dead?

Bella Magic

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