What Is War?

December 16, 2010
By Anonymous

Bombs are flying,
People are dying
This world is coming to an end.
Planes are crashing,
Buildings are smashing
No one in the world can be a friend
I'm an american soldier, i have been fighting.
There are so many things i've seen that's frightening.
I see scared children every where sobbing.
There is nothing i can do but yet my heart is throbbing.
Bombs are flying,
People are dying.
This world is coming to an end.
Planes are crashing,
Buildings are smashing.
No one in the world can be a friend
Where I was located was really bad,
I look at the sick, and poor and i get sad.
No one udersatnds why we fight,
It's our freedom that's the sight.
Bombs are flying,
People are dying.
This world is coming to an end.
Planes are crashing,
Buildings are smashing.
No one in the world can be a friend
While on patrol we noticed something on the road,
Suddenly the truck in front of me did explode.
All of a sudden I started to cry,
My best friend was on that truck
WHY DID HE DIE?

The author's comments:
I've been told many stories, and i've had a family member who was killed in the army, and i just wanted to try, and express my feelings in a poem.

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