what are we fighting for?
it isnt worth losing lives over war
i know that gas doesnt grow on trees
but were losing people
one, two, three,
another one dead
at the hands of a gun
then you have to find out
that was your son
its as easy as that
for a life to be taken
and now the bloodlust has been
reawakened
its never going to end
the fighting and pain
nothing can wash it away
not even the rain
this war was started
for really no reason
and as i voice my opion
otheres call it treason
because i dont belive
in the unnessasary deaths
because they only die
with our last breaths
there memory lives on
long after were gone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem