Wounded Warriors
The Wounded Warriors, as we can call,
the young ones standing up so tall.
Fighting battles here and there,
giving lives for all to bare.
Our children lives to us are dear,
and so to us it is not clear.
Why war should take our child away,
to not return, for ever-in-a-day.
But now that Mr.Bush is gone,
we have a chance to right the wrong.
By replacing him with someone who,
replaces wars with something new.
Like,love thy neighbor or turn your cheek,
or teaching children how to speak.
Why not the Bible,it's always clear,
don,t take the lives that are so dear.
For all the wounded left behind,
the broken hearts of those so kind.
Their families left to watch them through,
and baby them as we can do.
Copyright © Chester Newton | Year Posted 2007
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