I, unfortunately, saw lot of crying.
Sadly, enough, I saw a lot of dying
As whistling artillery shells kept flying
O'er soldiers trapped in war, no denying.
From the sidelines where I, safely, stood,
I watched the forces of evil and good
Destroy each other the best they could
At expense of treasured manhood!
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Great poem. They fought They thought not Each feeling hot Slinging the shot Smoking pot Political rot Fighting for big shots And lot of bigotry What a shame How lame Wasting lifes Broken knives Brandishing rifles Like eating trifles Ka ka kabooom Went the bomb