War: How I Must Live Or Die
I wish…
that war happening around us
would end soon. I feel
awful when I think
of people dying
or, when I see innocent souls
have been shot. I feel
awful when someone
chooses you, to wear a bomb
as I was. Our world,
so small and not
perfect, yet still, we can make
a difference that I chose to live
my life. I own it
and no one has the right
to rule how I must live or die; no one
can take my life, except my Creator.
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