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this is one of my favorite non-rhyming poems i've ever written. i wrote it a long time ago, and it reflects my views on unnecessary violence.....


Gangs cause war,
and war takes time, 
as time takes lives, 
lives wane and wax 
in this game they call life.

Life is one big game mess up and, GAME OVER.
complete the level and you get more lives....
so war is a killing game..?,
is that what it is, 
you kill others while toying with death yourself.

One day you"ll mess up and, 
GAME OVER!!!... 
what did you do to make things go so wrong?

Why do people continue to fight, 
when all it does is cause war and strife, 
all you gotta do is lay down  your weapon, 
get your life back on track, 
and get outta the gang.

Gangs cause war, 
and war takes time, 
as time takes lives, 
lives wane and wax 
in this game they call life.

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JudeDruid commented on WAR


de plus, im une personne anti-guerre. si ce poème relie vraiment à ce que je ressens à ce sujet. neuf de moi. (again, im an anti war person. so this poem really connects to how i feel about it. nine from me.)

bluewolf commented on WAR


Life is perhaps, metaphorically, a game of chance; as the chances we take and the effort we put forth in the artistic creation of our existence is a prelude to the tale written. Quite often war is viewed as a battle of weapon to weapon; and more so it is a battle within one’s own mind to overcome obstacles and achieve and attain the dreams we all hold in our search for happiness and contentment.

winterkou commented on WAR


Nice poem about war and gangs and comparing them to life- you play with your life its game over...............

DarknessDivine commented on WAR


I like your honest blunt approach to this, no sugar-coating or metaphors. Nice job

AmadeusEx commented on WAR


this poem completely describes my experience playing halo multi-player...lol...nice write leigh

Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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