War No More Poem by Ronald Strickland

I left my country as i was invited to a war.
I knew when i got there no friend would be greeting
me at their door.

Though the days that gave the time, I became a man
with a shattered mind that last throughout my years.

Shattered with dough as to why I'm here.
What if the door had opened and they could have friends of my.

War is not a game. But in the end we are all the same.

Come to my door and lets not have war anymore.