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Aug 2012
Needless bloodshed;
Hands stained red;
All around you bullet shells,
And back home
Your best friend
Is the cause of funeral bells.

Why war?
What could be worth fighting for?
Do you know who's keeping score?
We're surely not.
We keep fighting
And dying;
We never give up trying,
But on and on explosions light up the sky.

A drafted man goes off to war;
Goodbye to kid and wife.
They see him soon
In a bandage cocoon,
Deprived of limb and life.

Why war?
What could be worth fighting for?
Do you know who's keeping score?
We're surely not.
We keep fighting
And dying;
We never give up trying,
But on and on explosions light up the sky.

Put your flags at half-mast-
Another life was lost today;
We fight for peace
What did we really gain?

Boys, put away your guns;
Men please tell your sons:
Don't ever break your mother's heart,
Because a war is never won.
Mikeyla S Benzinger
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