ONE YEAR LATER

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A POEM BASED ON ANY COUNTRY'S SACRAFICE OF THERE MOST PRECIOUS GIFTS THERE YOUNG

Submitted: April 24, 2007

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You stage a war that you have not won

The deaths are there in a larger sum

The price of gas it now has risen

To pay for those deaths that to war was given

The deaths are now six hundred men

They are crying now the wives and next of kin

Deaths are mounting every day

A higher price for oil in death we pay

Our side of the war the bodies pile

The other side we no not what to file

We know it is more of child and wife

The war to them a greater strife

Their cities gone they're now piled in heap

From town to town our bombers leap

The total count of deaths unknown

The gods of hell their seeds have sown

We run once more on social wrong

The corruption of the world too strong

Pay is high when death is involved

The problems of the world we can not solved

The saying goes that talk is cheap

It is war we want where monies heap

To sacrifice our coumtry's pride

And bring them home in a body bag

 


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