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The War MAG
Their faces were blank, but their
eyes told their thoughts. They don't
know what is growing inside.
We could talk until the night ended,
but we still worked nothing through.
I can only help you do so much, I can't make
the pain go away they say.
What's left if I have to face the monsters
inside the ones I love.
They come out at night or when the sun shines
too bright. Or if it's raining or when I stand
on one toe.
I protest for respect but the war goes on.
A sharp bladed sword and shields of gold or
maybe a tree to climb high in the sky will
protect me from the fierce fire growing
But the war is over before it's begun,
Because I am not the fighting one.