Wars - Poem by Chrissie Scriven
Government's bicker, Challenges made, war's are then fought and widowers paid,
Thousands are lost through hate and greed, government stating they have something that we need.
Heart's are broken and families mourn, soldier's are lost and soldier's are born,
War's are funded and taxes paid, river's run red where the dying have laid.
Regret soon then follows when too many have died, Tear's shed by families and other comrads have cried.
Telling us our soldiers now get to come home, the purpose of this violence still yet is unknown.
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