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War is hell, it's a fact not lost on those 
                     Suited and booted to fight in it.
                Like shy kids in class reluctant to raise 
           Their hands to answer the teacher's questions,
            They'd rather not be sent off to the trenches.

           No one volunteers to be the sacrificial lamb 
             For the greater good, for glory, for legacy,
     Not even for country. They'd rather not experience 
   The sheer ugliness and the crippling aftermath of war.
   They'd rather not hear the dreadful sounds of gunfire.

           Given the choice between war and peace,
           There's absolutely no doubt which option 
        Soldiers would choose. Like beauty pageants,
                  They also cry for world peace.

  They'd rather not step over bullet-ridden dead bodies 
    In a pool of blood, with guts hanging out of bellies 
              Images likely to haunt their dreams.
 Soldiers are achingly human; they have real fears, too.
They'd rather be somewhere else than on the battlefield!

     All Ukraine wanted was to be left alone to continue 
 Existing as a sovereign nation. They never asked for war.
  Russia invaded Ukraine, bringing war to their doorstep.
    The world is now watching David fight back Goliath,
 And we know all too well how that story ends, don't we?

          Given the choice between war and peace 
          There's absolutely no doubt which option 
        Soldiers would choose. Like beauty pageants,
                   They also cry for world peace.


World Peace Poetry Contest 
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori 
Date written: 03/09/2022

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