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War Is For Fools

I turned over the channel to come in on the end of a documentary Islam a chant flowing through the town we hate america we hate the jews it was like a football match where you're chanting for opposing sides yet evil grows from ideas a city taught to hate the anger and the strength radiating from the face of a youth a child growing on the path of revenge reminded me of the hitler youth taught to dob in the parents reminded me of the raised arms to Hitler when he trained his people for war the world stood back and watched as he attacked the country's surrounding him society to the left stood back not wanting war yet the thought went through my mind a whole country like that how do you stop it how do you stand against a tide I sat a table with different people some old some young The young people came from that area complaining of the past complaining of a story A blond girl had been promised to a sheik promised to one but given to another The young people said with anger that caused a war between the two sheiks The young people indignant were angry against the injustice yet the elderly stated thats good war use your enemies to fight each other Ideas are like a seed they start in one man and grow to become a nation I hate war It would be better if people would decide to live in peace to forgive the past yet sometimes people are fools If a man throws a fist I'm not going to stand their and take it I would throw a fist back Nobody wins from the wars England is still paying for the cost of the second world war America has already taken on twenty trillion dollars of debt thousands of Muslims have lost children arms legs and lives nobodys wins from the wars all are just fools going around on a circle of pain fools hurting each other with no end in sight

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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