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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required WAR IS THE GREATEST PLAGUE OF MAN As war is fought it takes charge And events spin out of control. The madness of men can alter the soil Which nourishes the roots of their soul. Many things will forever change Far more then wished to be. As the wrath of war starts to destroy Those things we fight to keep free. War is the greatest plague of man, Religion, state and sanity. Any scourge is more preferred Than the one which disables humanity. When war breaks out, boundaries change And all who die are a token Of the rage that must run it's course Before words of peace are spoken. War I hate, though not men, flags nor race But war itself with its ugly face. When we lose faith in the brave, which die Then we're not fit to greet those who cry. What distinguishes war isn't death But that man is slain by fellow man. Crushed by cruelty and injustice With his enemy's murderous hand. War tends to punish the punishers So the losers won't suffer alone. The essence of war is but violence Till the survivors come marching home. Sometimes it's hard to defend what's right, Sometimes we're forced to rise up and fight. Sometimes we survive, while others must die Sometimes never knowing the reason why. The rush of combat is a natural buzz Caused by fear, leaving nothing as it was. Hunting one another like wild game Without a shortage of those to blame. Sometimes victory comes too slow or quick Sometimes the cost on both sides is sick. Sometimes God is asked to intervene To help stop the savage from being so mean. War is a hell we visit before death Fueled by the whisper of the devil's breath. There must be a reason man destroys man But why it is so, I can't understand. By Tom Zart
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