And all the while they wonder why...

And all the while they wonder why... And all the while they wonder why...

Status: Finished

Genre: War and Military

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Status: Finished

Genre: War and Military

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Summary

Back to my usual style with this one, or at least i think so. Well its about war, its effect on everything, they way it destroys all it touches, i cant really do justice to it with any summary, so its probably best if you read it, enjoy, and dont forget to comment.
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Summary

Back to my usual style with this one, or at least i think so. Well its about war, its effect on everything, they way it destroys all it touches, i cant really do justice to it with any summary, so its probably best if you read it, enjoy, and dont forget to comment.

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Submitted: December 20, 2009

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Submitted: December 20, 2009

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A ruined street, no longer manned,

A ravaged city, war-torn land,

The dead that mark war's age old brand,

And all made real by human hand.

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And all the while the people die,

The mothers, sisters, widows cry,

As more destruction fills the eye,

And all the while they wonder why.

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The people now half dead with pain,

Too tired to hide from tank and plane,

As still blood flows, war leaves its stain,

Some left for dead, the rest insane.

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And all the while the people die,

The mothers, sisters, widows cry,

As more destruction fills the eye,

And all the while they wonder why.

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The people pray for war's swift end,

To heal the wounds that cannot mend,

They can't shed tears as they intend,

Too tired, too hurt, they must pretend.

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And all the while the people die,

The mothers, sisters, widows cry,

As more destruction fills the eye,

And all the while they wonder why.

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The war hasgone from glade and glen,

And silence fills both hill and fen,

There is no trace of what was then,

The time God turned his back on men.

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And all the while the people die,

The mothers, sisters, widows cry,

As more destruction fills the eye,

And all the while God wonders why.

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And even though the people died,

And even though the tears weren't dried,

The victors turned to God with pride,

And God, he looked away and cried.


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