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Nov 2014
Sometime lay your weapons down,
To think of peace and no more fear,
No longer will the young ones die,
To fight for what is so very unclear.

The roar and rant of bombs alone,
Enough to cause the strongest to cry,
The battlefields so littered with youth,
Can't stop my tears from flowing down.

We start our lives with hope and dreams,
Learning to love and have playful things,
With our eyes fixed  solid on many days,
There comes a joy and peace within.

But leaders can't learn how to share,
They want the power and glory there,
But war is nothing so glorious to see,
When fears and tears outnumber dreams.

I say no longer should people blindly follow,
The leaders who seek to destroy the world,
Instead we should fight them where they stand,
Deny the leaders their quest for destruction.

No more should soldiers die so suddenly,
We hope no more the mothers will cry,
No one but God can take a life we say,
Except in times of self preservation.

So despots where you slither and slide,
Destroy your madness no longer the lie,
Push those who seek no peace of mind,
Until they are gone from all humankind.
Written by
Carl Gene Hardwick  65/M/Arizona
(65/M/Arizona)   
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