Tragedies Of An Unsung Hero
The wars we fight
Are not our own.
The lives lost
In useless war
Could never be regained.
As we fight not for freedom, but for power.
The lives lost out weight any gain that could be
From such actions,
As another soldier loses their home.
The time spent on these deadly makings
Could be time used and lives saved from deadly happenings.
The money spent on weapons
Could be spent on finding life's cures.
We could end hunger
Instead of ending life's source.
Today we look at death,
But tomorrow we can look at hope.
That the world will rise
Singing this song of life.
Ending the suffering that we have pursued for too many years.
Bringing us to a land flowing and vibrant,
Safe from the destruction
Of a war never sown.
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