The ocean still roils with restless waves,
Ever crashing on the shore.
Though you can't see it because of smoke,
The sun shines despite the war.
The world turns even when it's on fire,
And I lost the one I desperately adore.
There is no peace, no end to this bloodshed,
No way to settle the score.
What is this world with it's loss and pain,
Whom is it's snares for?
II
Last summer, there were mermaids her,
Sunning on the hot sand.
They were not afraid of us at all,
There cousins on dry land.
We were all friends, they embraced little girls,
Held their small hands.
But there dry land cousins are killing again,
All at cruel autocrats demand.
The mermaids are collateral damage in the war,
Left to rot where soldiers stand.
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