Hurt, pain, suffering, people are dying.
What's going on? We're both crying.
Guns, hand grenades, and bombs too,
People running scared; they don't know what to do.
Most people run, most people hide, most people crawl,
But the slow people only fall.
War is here, war is here, war is here.
It's like a bad man's happy cheer.
What's happening? What made all this start?
People who are killing obviously have no heart.
Children scared, they call for mum and dad.
They're calling for the people they now not have.
The gun shots go all day and night.
The fighters hold their positions tight.
People have come to help, come to save them all,
But they too turn and fall,
So now don't close your eyes.
See and feel all the suffering people's cries.
They need our help; they need a hand.
They need people like you and me who can understand,
So get up off your couch,
Put on a uniform and don't slouch.
Learn the rules of a fair fight.
Help the bad people know what's right.
War has come to end.
War has come to end.
Poem Questioning War And Fighting
I can see what you write and totally agree with you, I may not be in a war but my family lived in Iraq until my brother got killed there. His family lives now in Netherland but they still...
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Published by Family Friend Poems June 2008 with permission of the Author.
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