Richard O'Connor Poems

war is a machine that is controlled by made men
war is a machine that run's on blood
war is a machine that that destroy's the land it is on
war is a machine that break's family's in two
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war never changes
sense the dorn of time man as wage war in the name of religion to politics to gread
but man well all ways stay the same
man will kill juse because he can
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death serves on the front line
he is on no one side
and he dose not care who or why
death serves on your side of the front line
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Pine my medals appone my chest
Tell my mother i dont my best
Box me me up and ship me home
So i may rest my weary bones
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