All I knew was that there was a war.
I didn’t know what they were fighting it for,
Bullet after bullet, gun after gun,
They had always been fighting one.
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At first, I didn’t care too much.
About who were killed or shot and such.
Then I saw a ten day old newborn.
My eyes were red and my heart was torn.
He had a giant, gaping hole in his back,
Due to another airborne attack.
I could see his lungs and liver.
It brought my spine a cold, long shiver.
His parents cried and held their breath.
Their only son was bleeding to death.
He squirted blood and grew pale
And he wept out a long, final wail.
His frail body left the rubble red.
His mother’s hands became his death bed.
She sat with the corpse on her makeshift chair.
She was living a mother’s biggest nightmare.
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Ten days. Damn it, give him a chance.
Could’ve been a scholar, or maybe the next Lance.
Could’ve pleased his family, could’ve made them proud,
If he was given a chance, if he was allowed.
Ten days. No religion ever called for that.
Nothing preached a baby’s death in combat.
They say they’re fighting a holy war.
Nothing holy ever preached blood and gore.
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All the holy books ask to forgive
And yet we don’t let a baby live.
Did that baby deserve its fate?
Did he ever sin or hate?
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Hispanic, White, African and Asian.
Jewish, Muslim, Hindu and Christian.
We’re still human. We’re still the same.
So why point at each other and defame?
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There are people living without any food.
Yet we persist on a pointless blood feud
And a religious battle of 2000 years,
Which has done nothing but shed blood and tears.
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We spend billions for bullet and bomb.
We spent billions on bastards like Saddam.
We spend lives making sure they’re dead.
Why not spend more to end hunger instead?
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Why waste your life wasting others?
Why bring sorrow to our fathers and mothers?
What’s the point of any war?
What’s a dead human good for?
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Let’s all bid violence and war adieu.
Let’s all find something else to pursue.
Let’s all save the poor from their blight.
Let’s all help, but please, let’s not fight.
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Written September 29th, 2006
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Wow! This is an excellent poem that you wrote! Extremely touching! I loved it! You have depicted the topic of war extremely well! Thanks for the read. Keep up the good work!
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Let’s all bid violence and war adieu.
Let’s all find something else to pursue.
Let’s all save the poor from their blight.
Let’s all help, but please, let’s not fight.
I loved the ending. The begining confused me because the way I was reading it made me keep stopping and I had to re-read it a few times. Instead of spending billions of tax-payers money, people should be spending money on helping the homeless. But then again- what if there really IS something that could kill us all? We're fighting for something that could save so many, right? Well- it's a thought.
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Haha, Ok! I'll be your ap big brother.
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your welcome! hopefully we can keep talking!
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omg i love that poem it proved you feel strong for its meaning i felt like crying! you got your piont across to me but who else is going to beleive it! not the racist! but we basically live to die!to let another live to give life! not take it!so keep it up i'll back you up anyday!
luv always chloe xoxoxo
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