Treasure Island

Cierrah Smiles


Cold Blooded War


Lives lost,
Hearts stopped,
Wounded unsaveable,
Its a long cold war,
Don't care who dies,
Just want the land,
Underneath is the liquid money,
Triggers pulled,
Bullets fired,
Sons and daughters that will never come home,
Mourn and grief,
Is it worth it? ,
Not enough people,
Not enough slaves,
Protect,
Defend
Fight for the land,
Bloody wounds,
gashing holes,
Why fight for what was never ours anyways,
Noses in wrong places causes screams and cries,
Children and women don't care who they are just get me the land,
Tell me IS IT WORTH IT?

Submitted: Friday, April 27, 2012
Edited: Saturday, April 28, 2012
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  • Guess Who (10/2/2012 9:28:00 AM)

    No it's not wroth it! ! ! ! Generally your poem was well written very intelligent of you but what i loved were your expressions which mean a lot and remind me of a poetical book i'm writing about war, peace. end of the world. humanity and their insanity you know the disastrous side of humanity.......... liquid money, / that will never come home, Why fight for what was never ours anyways, Noses in wrong places causes screams and cries, .........etc Awesome ideas Congratulations (Report) Reply

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