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Aug 2010
I'm really not sure why
All these young men had to die...
But this is war...

Marching, gun on my side
They told me it was an easy ride...
But this is war...

Bullets flying so high
Piercing through my summer sky...
This is war...

Not quite sure how to win
A bullet tears right through my skin...
This is war...

I'm bleeding on the ground
Explosions sound off all around...
This is war...

Body full of lead,
My friends have all left me for dead...
I guess this is war...

A man runs up to me
Gets my rifle for all to see...
I guess this is war...

Barrel to my head...
I pray for my family's tears that will shed...
This is war...
©Bruno Joseph Orsi       August 9, 2010
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Bruno Joseph Orsi
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