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Rated: E · Poetry · Death · #1270463
The pain of war, loss and what does it mean?
I see the tanks rolling down the street
Leaving clouds of dust at our feet.
I see marching men following close behind.
Fathers, sons and brothers all out of their minds.
I see mothers, daughters, sisters crying alone.

Come fight, our government says, come fight
Your country needs you, what a sight.
Who asked for this war, did we?
It is wrong, can’t you see?
It’s nothing but a massacre, killing thousands!

All people say: “We want peace!”
If this is so let the fighting cease.
Who decides what’s wrong or right,
Presidents decide what’s black and white.
Bullets passing by, bombs lighting up the night sky!

Look and see, open your eyes!
Our men are dying, say your goodbyes.
Feel your body going cold, blood gushing through the holes.
The war has come to our homes, we have sold our souls.
What for we ask.

Please hear us now.

Stop the wars!!!
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