Treasure Island

Kailem Conow


War


From the time we are born there is a war. A war inside ourselves, a war that never ceases. It's the war of discomfort, the war of life, the war of death, and the war of peace of mind. Everytime we win one war we lose another. It's the reason we are always tired, the reason some switch to death as a choice, because they lost the war within. And if the war within isn't enough, the rulers of this world choose to take out their problems by using external wars. The Civil War, The War of Gettysburg, World War 1, World War 2, and now the War of Iraq. Millions of people have died, many are in distress, and many are so overwhelmed by the war they lose their minds.

Submitted: Wednesday, February 20, 2008

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