#idk just adding tags to this feels like cheapening the sentiment

[n4h354]

Once paper boats, now warships Seven folds of man’s ego trip Paper hearts were made to rip

Murals of faces, blacked with grime Drones and bombs sing lullabies at bedtime This is what happens when art is crime

Soured frosting on a birthday cake Exit wounds in place of heartache The school is rubble at daybreak

No words to voice their consternation Children forged in revolution Become its teeth, its serration

Paper hearts, folded once, now folded twice Shown dreams of ecstasy and paradise Paper hearts, misguided, now folded thrice

Young men take despots for commanders Trained in death, destruction, and slander Their graves marked only by pink oleander

Paper hearts, creased, unfolded Children turned to men blindfolded By zealots, fear, and hunger moulded

This is not about you or me This happens to be what happens to be Or are you, too, blindfolded and cannot see?