Treasure Island

Darryl K. Porter

(11/24/1961 / Chicago, IL.)

the war


THE WAR
How much we the people
Pay for our all wars?
What is with we pay for wars?
How long we pay for our past wars?
The people feel that, we must have
To pay for wars.
Some people feel that we are paying
For our past wars already.
Mmmm, Might, they are right
About that.
What is that?
That is our prides and egos.
Is it fair to the families of
People who goes to wars?
HELL NO! DUH!
The wars are hurt our prides
and egos>

why, the soldiers families must
to pay our dumb wars?
Guess, that is just the nature.
We are dumb human.

Submitted: Friday, March 06, 2009
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