Once upon a time
The world was doing fine
It looked as if good would prevail
And the evil wrought would fail
Then the world changed when the towers fell
And it was decided that the world would become a hell
With boots on the ground in Iraq we took out Saddam
In Afghanistan the war removed the Taliban
So why did the this mean that the evil was undefeated
And peace was not restored to the world once depleted
Of good and so become a place where people could go about unharmed
Instead of terrorists killing ordinary people as it seems unfettered
What is the answer now we are forced into war again
Not really knowing what will happen or how it will end
Why is it we can always find a way to have a war
But living in peace together we find a chore.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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