This is war
Voices screaming,
Children bleeding,
People yelling,
and people fighting,
too much pain,
oh,when will it stop?
the guns are firing,
soilders take their side,
families planning to hide,
a hand to lend,
a shoulder to support,
everything you need,
to survive this kind of horror
I do nothing but stand there and watch
the red liquid splash all over the floor,
I guess this is what they call war.
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blackfallenrose07posted on 08/14/2009
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