Years of death surround our past.
Years for some they can never get back.
How many should die
For an act so long ago.
Too long and it rages on.
I dream of a land of the free.
But how can we be free
In this place that causes death.
A land that takes peoples lifes away.
It isn't fair
Not to us not to them
We are dying too.
Our numbers growing less.
Parent's children going away so young
Some never to return.
When well it end?
How long shall it last?
Will we ever see an end?
I think not.
For when it does
There will always be more. | 
Submission Name: War
