Old War
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Complete Sat, Feb 6, 2016<5 mins
Wars will always be terrible, terrible things. Wars are fought for money, power, love, hate, freedom, dominance. Wars never determine who is right or who wins, only who is left after the bloodshed. The cause may be for good or evil, but even for a good cause, war is at the cost of lives. Human hearts and souls cannot be replaced, nor can their loved ever forget. This poem is about what war was like before modern warfare. We have note changed from hundreds of years ago, only found more efficient ways to kill each other on a larger scale
"In peace the sons bury their fathers, but in war the fathers bury their sons." ----Croesus
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