Sunday, February 8, 2009

DTP Part 57

War
Written on: unknown date

Looking out at the world
Through my eyes
I see different people
Crowding spaces
And leaving traces
Of the unforgiven hatred
Burning words
That leave the heard and soul
Out to bleed
And we sit here shouting "peace"
Peace of the world
What world?
What peace?
All we have here
Is an abused land
Abused people
Who don't understand
Why we go to war
To leave our country
To fight our brothers
Who hate us
Who shoot us
Leaving a red river
To grow our food
To give us life
After deaths
The ones we caused

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