War

What is this thing?
This thing we call war,
Is it something tangible?
Or something more.
It’s a terrible thing,
That is for sure.
But is it really victory,
That becomes the cure?
The blood that is shed,
Of those soldiers and men,
Pours into the earth,
And reaches to them.
Who are they?
That question you may ask.
They are the soldiers,
Of all the wars passed.
When new blood is shed,
The roll in their rest.
They know that war,
Is not the best.
They’d cry out if they could,
To those families who’ve lost,
But it’s all at the fault,
Of the corrupt boss.
He’s leading the nation,
With all his lies.
He’s corrupt to the bone,
Just wait for the spies.
No reason,
It’s what this war has.
It started with one,
But the time is now passed.
Bring them all home!
Is what I say to you.
Before they all die,
While we still have a few.
They’ve already done,
What they’ve set out to do.
Vanquished the men,
That did harm to me and you.
Please bring them home,
No more support our troops,
The need to come back.
Before there’s another oops.
What is this thing?
This thing we call war,
Is it something tangible?
Or something more.

It’s a terrible thing,
That is for sure.
But is it really victory,
That becomes the cure?

The blood that is shed,
Of those soldiers and men,
Pours into the earth,
And reaches to them.

Who are they?
That question you may ask.
They are the soldiers,
Of all the wars passed.

When new blood is shed,
The roll in their rest.
They know that war,
Is not the best.

They’d cry out if they could,
To those families who’ve lost,
But it’s all at the fault,
Of the corrupt boss.

He’s leading the nation,
With all his lies.
He’s corrupt to the bone,
Just wait for the spies.

No reason,
It’s what this war has.
It started with one,
But the time is now passed.

Bring them all home!
Is what I say to you.
Before they all die,
While we still have a few.

They've already done,
What they’ve set out to do.
Vanquished the men,
That did harm to me and you.

Please bring them home,
No more support our troops,
The need to come back.
Before there’s another oops.

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SuperChick76 commented on War

01-01-2010

Very true, war is a terrible thing. Unfortunately we face an enemy that will not stop unless we stop them, and it seems as though force is the only way. But still, we long for peace. Brilliantly written, fraz, beautiful. You are indeed a rarely mature young lady. Good job.

markrohaley commented on War

12-30-2009

wow. You are so aware and mature. It is amazing, the gifts and the grace thyat are upon you sweet heart!

If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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