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Jan 2012
Evil is war,
it comes at a cost.
Millions of souls,
tragically lost.

Millions of lives,
never the same.
Millions of lives,
forever changed.

At the hands of war,
there will be no more,
peace on Earth,
is it really worth,
letting people die,
with no reason why,
think of all the gore,
at the hands of war.

Wastes our money,
and natural resources.
When we go to war,
with enemy forces.

War consumes the mind,
and will take your soul.
Like a black hole,
it swallows you whole.

At the hands of war,
there will be no more,
peace on Earth,
is it really worth,
letting people die,
with no reason why,
think of all the gore,
at the hands of war.

Can we not see,
we have gone to far.
War is not the solution,
for all of mankind's disagreements.
No one should have to rise,
and pledge their lives,
to fighting a war.
We have to make peace!

At the hands of war,
there will be no more,
peace on Earth,
is it really worth,
letting people die,
with no reason why,
think of all the gore,
at the hands of war.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio
Written by
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio  29/M/Salem, New Hampshire
(29/M/Salem, New Hampshire)   
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