Beyond the Bitter Fog by Eve Johnson

Beyond the bitter fog,

There’s a beautiful place

Somewhere to feel safe and joyful

Your own peaceful space.

 

Beyond the bitter fog,

There’s emerald green fields

Where flowers replace dead bodies

A place armed with shields.

 

Beyond the bitter fog,

The smell of blood has gone,

In its place are fragrant flowers

Hiding the problems,

That we must act upon.

[social_warfare]

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