Smell of War
Ι dreamt of you holding my hand
I feared of you holding a gun.
I hoped you would give me flowers
yet you gave me a bloody rose
Why stand and make others fall?
Betrayal is called.
Red clouds dancing in a rain of tears
Escorted by the drums of war
Something that once used to seem odd.
Edvard Munch, The scream
All humanity is gone
Where has your self been lost?
Maybe in the wonderland of wealth.
Your true colors wore off.
And what I wonder ιs
When the last one falls
When it’s all said and done
When you’ll have played all your cards
Then what eise would be left to get?
I can see your victory lying on the ground
Blood and sorrow all around
What for?
A chest without gold
You’ve drained the seas
The people’s souls
As if the ocean is just yours
I wish to find a place
Where my spirit can be at peace
I seek an unknown shelter
Where might my wonderland be?
Got lost somewhere along the way
Got caught in the nets of slay
And now I can’t get away
I just want to be loved
But I smell of war.
Marialena Samoulidou
