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I was about to kill a boy when my madness was checked by his crying father...
Submitted:Dec 8, 2008 Reads: 144 Comments: 9 Likes: 3
In Africa's savage bush
An old man once begged
I did not kill his son;
It was war
And times were hard...
And the wrinkle-coursing tears
Suddenly became my father's,
The knife at my throat.
Old man, I didn't want to kill him anyway.
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War, Death, Military, Poem, Soldier, Soldiers, Poetry, Pain, Battle, Life, Freedom, World, Peace, Sad, Loss, Iraq, Government, Suffering