Blue Butterflies

The war ate the 14-year-olds. Such were the days, when young boys wielded swords and died on these dusts. Politicians, drunk in the revelry of power and greed, sent more and more elderly and the young to join the army…
The war ate the 14-year-olds. Such were the days, when young boys wielded swords and died on these dusts. Politicians, drunk in the revelry of power and greed, sent more and more elderly and the young to join the army…
It is not a shame To lose your footing, To fall and break, To let the darkness in To cry out for help, Because we live on a tightrope. Hope might not be a comrade, Since none hear your cry,…