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Jul 2016
War
The soldiers are shouting, ever do loudly,
Representing their country, ever so proudly.
The children are crying, as gun shots fill the air,
As their parents promise to always be there.

The hospitals keep crowding with men that are dying,
Wives and children can't stop themselves crying.
The women are moaning, just singing a song,
'Why must we fight, can't we just get along?'

Cannons are firing, gun shots ring out,
All we can hear is shout after shout.
This war is pointless, why do we fight?
This battle I know, will certainly be tight.

It feels like this war will never end,
My battle scars will never mend.
And here I am in a hospital bed,
Because a bullet, when straight through my head.
Me and a friend wrote this one new year while waiting for midnight.
Illya Oz
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Illya Oz  Agender/Australia
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