A Sea Of Senseless Victims

Sent into waves under a litmus blue moon, The sea came ashore. It lapped at their feet But wanted more. It wanted their homes, our freedom Its stay was short, but who could save them or us Since its occupation, when it's ordered in By warring nation's tanks & killing machines. It makes every greedy beggar of life bleed, Bleed for more. It makes every nonviolent pacifist man seethe, Seethe, for even less. Puts all the wilting flowers to bed, dying Early, returning drowning in their graves They're dying young, not old. Before they've got a chance to procreate themselves, Do seeds like these blue forget-me-nots now-then-just rot? They'll be long-forgotten by war-mongering men, often rotten.