RIPPLES OF FEAR

RIPPLES OF FEAR ECHOES OF RAGE
The still centre is boiling up
The rage is fast building up
Every new dawn a new tale
The eyes is weary the faces are pale

Greenland now an arena of blood and sand
Many a friend sent to the ghost land
Without a fight without a reason
Without a right without a season

What is worth living for?
What is worth dying for?
Living on the edge with rage
For dying now requires courage

The extinction of an era is coming
The shadow on the wall is growing
All eyes on what the future shall bring
Am calmly waiting by the flowing spring

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