War

by Courtney   Feb 21, 2006


I look around and to,
only see red and black.
Red for all the blood and,
black for the night.

I turn the TV on and hear,
another Canadian died,
Died from all the bombing,
died because of war.

I turn on the Radio,and my luck
I get the news.
3 more Canadians dead
died from all the shooting,
died far from home.

When will the bombing stop
when will we make peace?
When will people get along
Will the ever?

We're all tired of war,
we are all soo tired of people angry at each other.
Will it take a 100 years to make peace,or
will peace come naturally?

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