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The End

September 13, 2008
By Anonymous

Years have passed,
mother's have cried,
father's have left,
and brother's have died.

It's the end,
the end of war,
it's the end,
now close the door.

In our trenches,
we are sitting here,
most of us are blind,
some of us can't hear.

It's the end,
the end of war,
it's the end,
now close the door.

We came a long way,
we came to settle the score,
no more dead friends,
I can't take no more.

It's the end,
the end of war,
it's the end,
now close the door.

Don't stop me now,
it's too late to start.
I want to go home,
from my family never part.

It's the end,
the end of war,
it's the end,
now close the door.

People i once knew,
they are dead,
my friends are gone,
their blood is red.

It's the end,
the end of war,
it's the end,
now close the door.

All these lifeless bodies,
hanging on barbed wire,
there's a bullet wound,
he says it's like fire.

It's the end,
the end of war,
it's the end,
now close the door.

He is so young,
just turned sixteen,
but he is going somewhere,
somewhere he's never been.

It's the end,
the end of war,
it's the end,
now close the door.

I'm going home,
it's over now,
but without my friends,
I don't know how.

It's th end,
the end of war,
it's the end,
now close the door.


The author's comments:
Simply this poem is the story of a soldier who watches as his friends die all around him and about how a sixteen year old child stands his grounds and gets shot, and finally about how he finds it difficult to return home happily knowing his friends are dead.

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