War

by SolelyGuitar   Aug 24, 2006


War is our Scourge; yet war has given us freedom,
made us wise and true.
The horror of wounds leave some with anger and loss of desire to live.
With honor, ego booming medals, that really only provides a self forgiveness
for killing the human foes, and the land around them.
To envision your comrades, brothers falling in battle, the memories of the suicidal war.

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