How Many Fleeting Memories? How many different ways Can I paint the picture that you need How many hues of death will you view Before that view is all that it can be? How many times can I call out In silent desperate pleas How many displaced souls must suffer Before the world will set us free How many bombs are left To destroy the splinters in your minds eye How many young and innocent Must cry out for their mother as they die? Must we be just another page In the news of yesterday Or just a number that is meaningless To #quote in perpetuity away Must we be a lesson in the history books For your children and for theirs Of how not to turn your head Of how not to show you cared? Must we be just a training ground A theatre of such might A falsehood of a super power What makes our misery their right? The time is nearly here for us The darkness soars above our heads Will you remember this, our final plea When we plea no longer A fleeting memory put to bed?