In a war
There is no hiding,
They will find you
And you will die.
Your blood will spill
On the ground
You fought so hard to protect.
There is no way around it.
The bombs will fall
And men will die.
The blood that spills
Will keep on spilling.
Until the day
We destroy this earth.
The world is in constant war,
There is no hiding from it.
They will find you
And you will die.
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Poems from Strange Places
PoetryI wrote these poems when I was 15 years old; I was being bullied and needed a way to vent my emotional frustration. Other than being bullied I have never personally experienced any of these terrible things that have happened to so many innocent peop...
