If only you saw what I did,
The blood pouring out, unstopped.
If only you heard what I did,
The gunfire shots, the screaming.
I've made History,
My name is written in the books.
For King and for country
Keeping faith and knowing I can make it through.
How much longer?
How many more lives?
Is all this fighting done in vain?
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The Meaning of War
PoetryWhy war? P.S. this was written when I was younger, like years ago so yeah :)