You cannot kiss this better

Sweet dreams thy mother whispers as the child’s eyes slip,

With the eve upon them the dreams sneak in,

Leaving memories to run free.

The wounds from the past reopen;

It brings down the kingdom,

The cries of soldiers rise.

Medicine cannot fix the illness,

Band-Aids will not hide the abrasions

Sweet dreams thy mother whispers as the child’s cries begin again.

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