War
What is the point of fighting?
There is no winner
What is the point of fighting?
People just die
Why do we fight?
Even through the night
Boom, boom, boom,
Bombs mines and missiles
There is shrapnel,
Earth and blood
Flying everywhere,
All the wars we have
Ever had combined
Will not have as
Much mass destruction
As these one, WWIII
We can’t ignore this war,
We have to close that door,
Before, it’s too late,
We probably only have about
4 or 8, more years.
poem by Jacob Gifford
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