Poetry that thinks out loud

THERE IS NO WINNING IN WAR


Now this is the outcome of war

With bodies all over the floor

And some have no limbs nor a face

There is no escaping this place.


There's children with wounds to the bone

And screaming, but they're all alone

And no one here cares for their cry

They're left there to bleed ‘til they die!


These people have done nothing wrong

Got caught when this war came along

And now in these streets where I roam;

“A war-zone” that was once their home.


The people back home love to cheer

For all the great stuff we do here,

But really, if only they knew

That we hate the stuff that we do.


For there is no winning in war

As lives that are lost are worth more.

And most of the people that die

Are no different from you or I.


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THERE IS NO WINNING IN WAR

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