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. My day to day poems and thoughts as I stroll "The Long and Winding Road" of life, please add your poems,pros,and thoughts as we walk this road together ! Life is interesting for ALL,and we are ALL interested in Life !
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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