Subject: War and Peace

Current mood: blah
Category: Writing and Poetry


My mind is a battle ground of thoughts that never end.
Everytime I make excuses it's just my way to defend
myself from everything that goes on in this cold, ignorant world.
Corruption of a country can't control this little girl
as the bombs fly over baghdad. Listen. Screams from long lost souls.
Can we ever stop the maddness? How much hate can one heart hold?
Just how many bodies do you think will fit into one grave?
Terrorism. Bush decision. We can't find Osama's cave.
"Send more troops in!" We're not winning. "This'll help!" I'm sure it will.
So we're sitting on our asses while our soldiers all stand still.
Who elected such intelligence to run our lovely country.
"Yeah I got a great idea. Let's send them on a killing spree,
but what we'll never tell them is that they're the ones to die."
Yeah, soil the point of living "free". "Great life" why even try
to make a difference in the world that you all claim our "fathers" built?
With every hate we have inside our scale is on a constant tilt.
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