Generation Killed Poem by G. L. Banks
Generation Killed
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The guns are silent
But the war is far from over
This is my lament
This is deaths overture
Take my hand oh cloak and sythe
The battle still rages in my mind
This is no way to live ones life
And you say all is healed with time
But I see no end in sight for me
I know
Give it a label, how about P.T.S.D.?
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4/25/2024 10:33:07 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Violence has to be contained somehow! It is sooner the better! Until then war will be there!