War is as war does
Pointless and lengthy
Hate and hate in return
What does it mean
Other than death and destruction
And agony to the humans who think
Economic tragedy
Unforseen circumstances by quote of the world's leaders
And what a sad day it is
But it doesn't ever stop does it
When was that one war
That was supposed to end all wars
And what good did it do
How many died
How many lived
How many families were torn apart
Never to be fixed again
Bullets and blood
Is what this world runs on
We're all going to die someday
Right
Why not spice this shit up
Kill a few people
Fight for what they have
And never stop
Until we all kill ourselves
Before the planet dies
From all we've done to it
How's that one saying go
We're here for a good time and not a long time
Right
But is this good
This shit we're doing
Watering the ground with
Bullets and blood
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Poetry Book 4
Poetryhello again! another poetry book - number four, to be exact. if you've been here a while, you know the drill: there's no order to this thing, and after 100 poems or writing pieces, there's gonna be a new book. about the cover: it was a Thursday at S...
