War Poem
Suffer the pain
Not even making a gain
Doing it in vein
Wondering if I’m sane
I don’t know why they allow
They even get a bow
From their priest
Who believes in letting out a beast
Children are dying
People are crying
Are we blind
Forgetting they’re not kind
To the people they kill
Up on a hill
With a camera on
Showing it to the world at dawn
Suffer the pain
Not even making a gain
Doing it in vein
Wondering if I’m sane
We sit here like mice
Gambling with our dice
We’re so egotistical
Watching them be like a bull
Going in the battle ring
Thinking that they’re the king
Using all they got
Shot after shot after shot after shot
No day goes bye
Without people who die
From the hands of others
Sometimes even brothers
Suffer the pain
Not even making a gain
Doing it in vein
Wondering if I’m sane
Why oh why
Do these people die
We hear them cry
All they do is lie
The world may change
We’ll get them in range
Get this world back in shape
And protect it with a cape
But until that day
We must remember some lay
On the ground
Trying to survive like a lonely blood hound
Suffer the pain
Not even making a gain
Doing it in vein
Wondering if I’m sane
By: Arieh Leon Dales 6A
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
War Poem
Posted by Arieh at 6:01 PM
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2 comments:
i'm blown away, keep on writing!
I think you should send it to president Bush.
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