Harold Hills

(April 28,1985 / Haverhill, Mass)

War Is


War is an act of nature
Like causing death will make you strong
War can be so immature
Happening when an accident goes wrong

War is so useless
Nothing follows in its tracks
War is a remembrance
The battles all placed on a map

War is full of tears
Tears that will cry
War is like a warning so insacure
One mistake you’ll surely die

War is a resolution
To the people who have shaped iron cllad fists
War is a part of everything cruel
Cruel is what war is

Submitted: Friday, October 31, 2008

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  • XOR 9 (11/19/2008 8:24:00 AM)

    War is a resolution
    To the people who have shaped iron cllad fists

    Liked the last line really. Its really very profound and good work. (Report) Reply

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