War
War is Death!
War is the worse, not the best
It is full of graceful and destruction
Proven who is best is nothing
Blood, guts, tears
All the little children fears-
Mommies worried about daddies-
Daddies dying on the battlefield
The enemies don't care who they kill.
Pride in the way, all they see is a blurried face
Winning, Winning all they think about all day-
When they come to see it is to late now
All the hurt and pain
All the sadness and shame
Protecting your country ain't no game
Honestly why can't we live in harmony
Why can't those people stop harming the peace
This poem is about:
My country
Our world
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