torsdag 19. februar 2026

we can hear the planes ☆☆☆

We can hear the planes 
Loudly screaming in the sky
Maybe this will be the last time
The kids point happily 
Waving them goodbye
And we hear the roars of the boats
Maybe we will no longer be untouched
Spared
There is only a thin line
Seperating "your" country from "mine"

Killing another family to fight for our own
and mud is supposed to belong to all
When all is said, all is dead
A green corner of the world
Turns red
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