War
Do you hear the troubled cries at night
Or know the reasons why we fight
Do you see them lying over there
in the dark, cold, and damp night air
Do you hear thier pleas for mercies hand
Or see the death each place they stand
Do you see the suffering in thier eyes
from the painful, deafening, dieing cries
Do you hear the crackling of thier guns
Or sympathize with the innocent ones
Do you see the children ripped away
Or the parent who happened to die that day
Do you see the child turned to man
To honor the country for which he stands
Do you see the horror in thier eyes
From knowing odd's are, they will die
Do you see the depression that lies in wait
Should they survive this evil state
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