A Decade of War

March 13, 2012
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Boom!, that sound has now become the norm
Looking forward as the black smoke begins to form
Piercing the innocent skin of the soft blue sky
I could almost feel her cringe and begin to cry
The soil has taken so much from each blast
Memories of my children are so far in the past
The last time I saw my son was on his 9th birthday
I used to tell him that our country wasn’t always this way
But these long stories all end up in fail
Because he doesn’t believe, it’s a fairy tale
My son has not inhaled a single breath
While a solider says hello to death
It’s not the same, children and trees do not grow and turn
Probably afraid if they get too tall they might burn
Bodies going away in tattered bags
All because of a clash between flags
I wish it would all end
Maybe that solider on the other side could have been my friend





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