The Afterthoughts of War

by | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry | 0 comments

Oh while I was there
I hated people I didn’t know
yes CND and critics stare
all I felt was aggression grow

They told me it was for a good cause
and if I did not die
I’d receive a heroes applause
but instead I cry

War is for wasters
and on our race it pollutes
Let the leaders have tasters
the blood ruin their suits

Now I regret I went to war
even though they said be proud
cause im older and know the score
its to the young our future I shout loud

Death and creation are like friend and foe
nation against nation till you been to war
you don’t know.


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