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Now, I'm not really sure where this poem falls. Whether Dramatic or Narrative, I finally decided it as Narrative. If I am wrong, please do let me know. It's been quite a while since I've posted something, so feel free to be harsh, I will love you forever. Though not too harsh. xD Enjoy!
Under the surface
Of skin and blood,
Their power-hungry souls,
Sleep and play.
Under the surface
Of happiness and love,
Are all the souls terrified,
Lonely and hurt.
Under the surface
Of words printed on a newspaper,
Lie emotions they cannot express,
the madness and pain.
Under the surface
Of fire and smoke,
Tears fall for those lost,
Their lives gone and tossed.
Under the surface
Of the clouds so high,
War shall never die,
As long as humans stay alive.
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