The War - Poem by Katheryn Foley
All these kids getting shoved like that,
Keeping it inside bottled up like that,
Picking up the pieces from the mess you made,
Don't you even care about the kids you create?
Of course you Don't your just selfish and pitiful,
Don't even care about the lives you put in this world,
Will they lie when they cry from the abuse,
just to save you till you die?
well cry no more and have no fear prediction is,
the war is near
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