People say war is hell
Then peace is heaven?
No.
People die day by day
And all that becomes of them is statistics
There are people without homes
And hardly anyone cares
There’s alcohol drugs and gangs
What makes it hell?
Its nobody can make a difference
No war isn’t hell
Its only a small part of the larger design.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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