War Is Living

~War Is Living~


War is living ~ Yet, people die,
This simple fact ~ Makes men cry,
Democracy is a wonderful word,
However, some believe it’s absurd,
Some hate this beautiful land,
Fearing what they can’t understand,
So they fight ~ So they kill,
Trying to break the back of free will,
They see pride as an evil plight,
They can’t see freedom with no insight,
In darkness they were born ~ And prefer,
Their life isn’t living ~ It’s what they endure.
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War is living ~ And death tolls grow,
Wishing it over ~ Doesn’t make it so,
Is fighting this war wrong or right,
Is there an answer within sight?
How do you leave a people in need,
A country that’s broken and people that bleed?
Hope and happiness doesn’t roam the streets,
Car bombs and gunfire never retreats,
Children can’t just run and play,
Death awaits and never sways,
No where is safe ~ Every day’s the same,
Is freedom worth it ~ Or, is it to blame?
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War is living ~ Hate does spread,
What once was a dream ~ Has become dread,
A government is trying to form,
Trying to find it’s way in a street war storm,
Elected officials die in the streets,
Making life better is no easy feat,
Echoes from the past call out so clear,
“It wasn’t that bad,” the voice said with a tear,
What is the truth? Let them speak,
Let them say “Fight or Retreat,”
Not the Government or Heads of State,
Let the people speak ~ For it is their fate.
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War is living ~ War is hell,
How do you break ~ An evil spell,
How do you know when it’s time to let go,
Time to say ~ “You’re on your own.”
How do you come home ~ When so many died,
How do you explain to the wounded vets who tried?
What do you say to the mothers that cry,
About their children who had to die?
What of the wives and husbands at home,
Who cry in the night because they’re alone?
Talk of the children without moms and dads,
Explain to them ~ Why this war was had.

Anonymous