Overseas
A war we've been fighting for years
That just brought us nothing but pain and fear.
There's nothing to celebrate
Nothing to prance or dance about,
There's nothing to cheer here.
Why should there be?
People dying at a high rate
Lives shorten by a war
That is filled with brutality
Making people face the fact that this
Is now our reality.
So many things from this war sicken me
Children dying is what I hate most
Innocent cries as those
God forsaken bullets fly
Piercing delicate skin
That'll easily end a Childs life;
One that is starting to begin.
Withering and tattered he lays there still,
With tears, his mother's eyes are filled .
Sadness consumes her
The child that she loved so
Has just been killed
This reality is a tough blow
How many children will suffer?
Not only that what about their mothers
How many more children will die?
Not only in this war
But the wars to come in time.
Let our hearts be found
So one day we can be astound
By how peaceful the world is
Hear children giggling and playing
Think of peace
And think of how many children we'll be saving.
Wars overseas
Need to come to an end,
So peace and tranquility
Can begin.
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