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War....


i walk out in to the battle front
i look around and see my brothers fall
i see my sisters help the wounded
i hear the bugles call
i know its wrong
i know its bad
but in these trobled times
there is no time to be sad
i must be strong
i must be brave
i must not hide in my own little cave
i will protect others lives
even if it means to take my own
but i wish i was home
eating an ice cream cone
i will not run
i will not hide
even if you are not by my side
i will protect you
i will protect myself
but the longer i'm gone
the more i worry about your health
i hope your fine i hope your good
i hope you will live on
even if i die where i stood
i will protect other lives...
even if it means to take my own
but i wish i was home
eating an ice cream cone



another poem...but this time its about the god- forsaken war in iraq...i hope it ends soon i want my brother to come home soooooooo badly..please comment on this poem...and tell me about what you think of the war in iraq.....