Sunday, 2 November 2008

Bombs and Bullets

Bombs and Bullets. Tanks and Guns. Soldiers running. But not to their mums! War is bloody. People die. And the wives and children will always cry. Rows of white crosses. On new mown grass. These are the reminders Of times in the past. No one wins in times of war. Only pain and death. And an open door. So close the door, and stop the war. Its truth and peace for evermore.

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