War Poem by Michael Buchanan

All the blood and all the violence. All the pain and suffering. What for? Why must we go to serve for our rights just to die in hopless fights? Sleepless nights, Terrible frights. Facing death day by day waiting glad that death came, put you into a frame on the wall. Kind of like summers fall, its deaths call, Why bother to build a wall, the call is out and about, what now to do what now to say, nothing should ever be this way. All the blood and all the violence. All the pain and suffering. What for? Oh yeah; THIS IS WAR! ! !