The Price of War
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The Price Of War.
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This little mite of tender years
Didn’t ask to be born
Have her world destroyed around her
Her mind bruised
Her heart ripped and torn
.
All she wanted was her cuddle bunny
And her comfy bed
Her Ma and Pa
Mangled in the carnage
In pools of crimson
Sadly dead
.
Bewildered and trapped
In a world she doesn’t understand
She lives a nightmare
Delivered by an evil hand
.
Scared for life
Memories that mar her formative years
With heavy heart she struggles
Through life
Drowns in an ocean of tears
.
I’ve said it before
And I’ll say it again
No one suffers more than the innocent
In bloody wars
And suffers so much pain.
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Peter Dome©2020.
Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2020
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