Andrew T

Yes, I Hate War Too

We stand around a fresh dug grave
And weep. We cry for the brave.
Never again shall life be wasted,
For their death, peace can be tasted.
Fearless leader glorifies with verse
Pulled from a hat, and so are we coerced.

The day after, we talk about those
who led us to a show of empty prose.

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