War Gets Me Down - Poem by Philip Lore
Here's my story about this war,
Its about the people we're fighting for.
Hunger, terror on their faces,
No food, no clothes, in many places.
We give them water, food to eat,
Children in tattered clothes, with blistered feet.
In the burning desert they trek and roam,
Displaced people without a home.
Wars destruction covers this land,
Bloodshed, killing...will it ever end?
It's so bad sometimes I want to scream,
I ask myself...Am I still a human being?
I try each day to be humane,
So much lost, what is there to gain?
Feels like I'm in a dark gray cloud,
Depressed people, heads constantly bowed.
All this time, I rage in war,
This terrible trek I can't ignore.
Chaos, crimson pools of blood lie,
Organize, educate, must be our cry!
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