WAR!
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The earth is melting,
it's begun with flooding,
many shades, it is turning,
mostly red, from our bleeding.
No longer will we walk,
feel free and able to talk,
for the grounds now roar,
from the thunder of war.
No next generation,
will we survive to envision,
for our children are suffering,
from past and present upbringing.
War! What is it good for?
With man fighting his own kind,
he's put the entire future in a bind.
War! Is this what we're good for?
Yana Petkov
2nd September 2006
 
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