There Is No Winning In War - Poem by Danny Hammell
Now this is the outcome of war
With bodies all over the floor
And some have no limbs nor a face
There is no escaping this place.
There’s children with wounds to the bone
And screaming, but they’re all alone
And no one here cares for their cry
They’re left there to bleed ‘til they die!
These people have done nothing wrong
Got caught when this war came along
And now in these streets where I roam;
“A war-zone” that was once their home.
The people back home love to cheer
For all the great stuff we do here,
But really, if only they knew
That we hate the stuff that we do.
For there is no winning in war
As lives that are lost are worth more.
And most of the people that die
Are no different from you or I.
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