Why
What would we have achieved
When the last bullet's fired
Punishment received
For those that desired
War
Why did the innocent have to die?
What was their crime?
Where does the answer to this question lie
Is it a case of wrong place, wrong time?
Perhaps we are not so innocent after all,
We, who participated in these many wars
All with the same outcome as before
That is why people die.
As the sound of the bullet fades away
Into a place unknown
There will be nobody left to kneel and pray
Dead and left to face their fate alone.
Copyright © Shirley Hawkins | Year Posted 2023
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