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A poem about the anger in war.

Submitted:Mar 18, 2008    Reads: 159    Comments: 7    Likes: 2   


Over the lost and restless,

Have a thousand souls been lost.

All have died by a pointless cost,

None of the deaths have been painless

I am stuck here in this alien place,

All of my friends are either lost or dead.

I try to hide from the firing above my head,

I trip in fear, but realize it is only my shoe lace.

All around me, bodies lay flat,

Fear overwhelms me as I run past.

Anger builds inside me fast,

As I see a friend spread out like a bat.

Let the war end, I say!

Before my anger goes beyond the top!

They refuse; enough trouble to mop,

But as long as anger is here, the war will stay…


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