it is just another night...
when we see another dead body on the road...
when we just walking with so carefully...
it is just another morning...
when we have the breakfast around the thousands suffers...
when we have to wake up with a blast as the alarm...
it is just another afternoon...
when we play in the ruin of a building...
when we scare to death just to take a nap...
it is just another day...
for those mindless troops and persons...
for those who selfish one and greedy....
for those who never see another feels...
it is just another...
as the innocent person became a victims...
as the war begin with a fake peace...
A contest entry
- The Truth About War by BlackSwan.
550 points, ended May 28, 2008, 15 entries
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Comments
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i read this before but never commented lol. anyway, great choice of words. i love the last paragraph:
it is just another...
as the innocent person became a victims...
as the war begin with a fake peace...
great write. good luck in the comp
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Well first and foremost, I really liked how you began each stanza with "another" all drawing up to you main title and focus. Because it is so true, so many things in war is just another. Another soldier, another enemy, and battle... Everything drags because there is no real reasoning or purpose.
"As the war begin with a fake peace" -great line.
good write, go over grammar though before final judging please
-Thank you for your entry, Angi Terese
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