Yes, I Hate War Too

We stand around a fresh dug grave
And weep. We cry for the brave.
Never again shall life be wasted,
For their death, peace can be tasted.
Fearless leader glorifies with verse
Pulled from a hat, and so are we coerced.

The day after, we talk about those
who led us to a show of empty prose.
We curse and sigh and bicker and promise
Never again to throw the dice

Tomorrow forgets yesterday's regrets.
Peace is a mirage in the desert.
Once again we stand 'round a grave
And we weep for the brave.
Friday, June 2, 2006
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COMMENTS
Lynne Bc 05 August 2006
Don't we all? a noble write Andrew, keep penning! cheers! Lynne
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Ronald Stroman 02 June 2006
if my body-parts has to pay for... i hate it too. its hard to salute the wife, when a 'special member' of my ego & confidence, she's gotten very fond of... has to be buried in Iraqi desert.
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