War--my train of thought...

[dancing lily]

Don't cry boys, we can't hear you.
The guns are too loud,
The bombs are falling to quick.
Hold your flags high,
March in your camouflage cage,
Quick steps boys,
Pretend that your free.
Let your blood stained letters
From a home far away
Remind you that America is the land of the free,
The home of the brave.
And be strong boys,
Be brave.
(war is death, when will it end? is it really human nature to kill one another? if so, why live? I don't know)

 

[writnpage]

Kewl. It's refreshing to see people still care and feel strongly about old motivators of passionate poetry.
War is bizarre. It defies logic but sprinkles history. Wonder what that means.
Dancing Lily, are you a fan of Wildfred Owen by any chance? I think you'll appreciate his writings a LOT if you don't already.
Loads of luvs,
-Amina
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"Like a bird on a wire, Like a drunk in a midnight choir, I have tried in my way to be free" - Leonard Cohen

 

[dancing lily]

I'd never read his poetry before but I just read some of it. Its amazing,thankyou for directing me to him.
Lily
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-Lily-