Zippy Kid No Tomorrow Parade
Boots strike pavement like a heartbeat
Drums of dread that never fade
Children watch with muted wonder
As the war parade is made
Flags once bright now burned and tattered
Wind drags ashes through the square
Every step a heavy warning
That tomorrow won't be there
Marching in the chaos
Under smoke-stained skies
War has clipped our future
Before it dared to rise
Empty streets echo with echoеs
Whispers lost in burning haze
Every child lеarns too early
How the world betrays
