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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