Anti War Poems - Poems about Anti War

Before the guns and bombs were made the clubs and fists were swung names for numbers now we trade the senseless turned all numb crumbled blocks broken down create, destroy, rebuild a three ringed circus paints a town the crop gives up its yield when fields demark a hospital operations carry hope what's kept for some is lost for all descent, a slippery slope the yoke...

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They taught us what to do if there's a bomb. A big bomb. A bomb they removed in a biopsy on a God A big God Scooped it out in armfuls from the body of a God My God the blood hanging on the tresses where the speshes operated they Taught us what to do if there's a bomb. No point working...

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"So how are you today, Hun?" I always picture myself in terrible armor when I hear this. The Attila in me wants to run her through with my sword. I look behind the couch. Not there. I look under the couch. No. Could it be stuck on something? I find the sword three days later, when I'm not in the mood to even use it. So...

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At the start of the next war, While the headlines scream "war, war, war", Go fit a lens to your gun's barrel And a reel of film in its magazine. It would be a better war—don't you agree?— If all the innocents soon to face your gun Froze in a pose Anticipating the shots to come: Shots of them, I mean, Not shots at...

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I am an Anti War Creature War is no more Like before War is all that politicians adore War is hate, blood and death we abhor War is erasing earth’s core War is closing life’s door War kills innocence that you ignore War is widening the gap between the four The East, the West, the South and the North War will just devour Our entire civilization...

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babies are buried now we are happy relaxed ...

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I hate it being on point. My guts they go so tight. I don"t know what i"ll do, if i really have to fight. I creep along the path, the jungle is so dense. There is hardly any noise and the heat is so intense. My shirt sticks to my back and my eyes are...

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