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War

I think this world has gone mad, fighting wars, fighting among ourselves, fighting, fighting, fighting. Sending soldiers to lands so far away, blowing up buildings, just looking for rats, and there are so many, multiplying everyday. Our soldiers need to be in their homeland, there is enough here to settle, for every woman, and man. Some don't want to bring them home, wake up America, what is wrong. Money,money, money, is all we hear, we may run out, this is their fear. .In the meantime, our soldiers are still there, wake up America, does anyone care. Think of that soldier, sleeping on the ground, while you go shopping, and riding around town. Now tell me, what is wrong with this world.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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