They fight,
They die,
They don't come home,
Bodies carried with a flag,
Tears stream down our faces,
When will it end?
When will we learn?
That this is all a mistake,
We fight where we don't belong,
And we lose what should have come home,
I can't forget this pain.
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Fight the Darkness
PoetryPoetry can say a lot about a person. How they feel, what they believe in. I like to think of all this as a way I represented myself, as well as how I still do. Please enjoy and forgive my terrible errors; some of these were written 3 (or more) years...
