W-A-R
The three-letter word
we'd rather not hear
and many a soldier
no longer holds dear
A word that means blood
and guts spilled for what
promising peace talks
once open... now shut
A word that strikes fear
in the hearts of the bravest
plays Taps on trumpets
for Tragedies gravest
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2021
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