War
War is useless
blood ripped out of the parts of man
Screaming of the one that is about to die
time is ticking
sand from the hourglass is disappearing
The man is now dead
the last thing he said
no one heard
He told his problems and how sorry he was
a heartfelt notion that was never heard
a mother at home worries
will he be alive
will he come home
praying to god
while others are doing the same
only to be ignored
cause god only chooses the chosen ones
the ones he likes
Blood dripping until its sucked dry
bombs are crashing down
children holding guns getting revenge
here comes a new war
Violence is a endless cycle
why continue
why even fight for what you want if it mean people will die
crying mothers
and screaming angels
endless hopes
and unforgiven dreams
this is what wars brings to.
Copyright © Crystal Turner | Year Posted 2009
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