Mark Russell Poet Quatrain

What Are We Fighting For

I think I’m pretty sure I don’t care anymore.
Where it went so wrong I’m not so sure.
As I go to leave, I slam the door.
I ask myself, what are we fighting for?

I watch the world come apart in front of me.
 Destruction and plight as far as the eye can see.
As we send our children off to another war,
,I ask myself, what are we fighting for?

My life seems like a tangled web; 
My emotions they begin to ebb.
As I look to the future what is in store
I ask myself, what are we fighting for?

This life I lead has it’s good and bad,
Times of sorrow along with times I’m glad
As I pick the pieces up off the floor,
I ask myself, what are we fighting for?

We need to give peace a chance to grow,
Then it shall become all that we know.
Feed the hungry and help the poor,
I remember this is what we are fighting for…

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Marcus Crane September 23, 2011 at 11:38 AM a question that we all have in mind but there are so many things we are fighting for , unfortunatly not all these things are positive ..great write keep that pen moving :) Mark Russell September 23, 2011 at 3:44 PM Thanks to bad the title is spelled wrong. The pen is always moving it's the typing I have a problem with:) Taske care and thanks for reading Mark