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War

wars fought over religion and land guns held in blood filled hands dog tags piled for death counts soldiers die like rabid hounds put down for principles of others lakes of tears of childrens mothers holding flags they dont believe in ordered to do moral treason gun fire and war cries fill the night the war of others an endless fight go off to war or prison cells when you come home noone tells families wait for news good or bad nothing to do but think of times had blood, sweat, and tears mark their plight artillery shells blasting day and night some fight for belief in a cause others fight just to do their job finding funding for blood shed not that hard we make bullets and tanks while others starve liberating people against their will sending our people out to be killed no war is worth the price they paid what has war ever gained?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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