War Poem by Jacob Gifford

What is the point of fighting?
There is no winner

What is the point of fighting?
People just die

Why do we fight?
Even through the night

Boom, boom, boom,
Bombs mines and missiles

There is shrapnel,
Earth and blood
Flying everywhere,

All the wars we have
Ever had combined
Will not have as

Much mass destruction
As these one, WWIII

We can’t ignore this war,
We have to close that door,
Before, it’s too late,
We probably only have about
4 or 8, more years.