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Aa Harvey Nov 3
All war is unjust


You celebrate your murderers like they won you a war
And what for?  Is my question.  Do you pass inspection?
No genuflection; no halo you own.
You gun down the innocent and gnaw on their bones,
Like the savages you are, you fallen stars,
Are dead to me.  I see such glee.
Oh the pain you reap.
Your just reward, for an unjust war,
For all are…is a silver star on your heart.


(C)2023 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Safana Sep 15
Military and militia.
Nigeria and niger area
Predators and Prey

Instead of  killings
Why not bring us a life

Abbas and his family deserve justice.
Abbas is nigerian military and he is only Muslim man in his entire family; in many Nigerian villages, people have no right to practise any religion other than what they inherit.
Spent half my life immersed
In starlight...
Outside the windows
Of my room....

Was raised to think
Everything was alright...
But I found out the truth
Much too soon!

Oh,  howl, howl,
Howl at the moon!

Oh, watch the midnight
Blue,  and feel the
Lights surrounding you!
And never wonder if
You'll ever be afraid!

Oh, howl, howl,
Howl at the moon!

We find out our truths much too soon...

Oh, bring me a bottle ,
To bury my worries!
Oh, load me a pipe,

And I'll tell you a story.

A story, a story,
A terrible story,
My life for a story,
Of honor and glory.

Oh, howl, howl, howl,
At the moon!

Either drunk or
Hungover, or waking
Up Blue,

We'll fight till it's over,
Till battle is through;
Till we're beaten and Bloodied,

And covered in mud,

And we march home while
Weary, and spotted with
Blood.

Oh, howl, howl, howl,
At the moon!
A poem that I wrote for some friends of mine in Ukraine and Russia who don't want to fight, but are forced to.
They love the personification of the wolf, and so I made it my job to show people how they feel.
Owen Jul 2022
This life is lonely.
This life is hard.
Everything and nothing.
Everyone and no one.
Living and dying.
Love and hate.
Pain and peace.
They want all of you,
and none of you.
No Balance.
It never ends.
It never ends.
It never ends.
Andy Chunn Jun 2022
The doctors would always take turns
And Hawkeye would have his concerns
The nurse with hot lips
Was swinging her hips
Enticing the lonely Frank Burns
louella May 2022
here’s to all the bloodshed
all the tears
all the fallen soldiers
all the days that seemed like months

they’ve given us more than
we could’ve ever asked for

so thank you
thanks to all the troops and people who have laid down their lives so we could be free
5/30/22
andres Apr 2022
DNA
its in my blood to create music and spread Peace and Love. it has always been that way. Dream to do a collab with the great 7.
calypso Jan 2022
warriors did not build
there barriers to be broken
made with a brave stone  
no push could penetrate

were an army of 86
to pull its length,
its fall would cause eruptions.
the land would be calm
never to experience destruction

where did they come from?
why do they build blocks?
how does an army dare
to divide the great wall?
my walls are my study block. i cant get myself to study for anything and I have my exams coming up. nice poem I got out of it.
Methmi Mandara Dec 2021
'World Wide Handsome' you are making us smile
Gorgeous you are with all your style
A flying kisser you are for the violet wave
Making them full of crave

Boy, you are shining so far
From the car door you went to a star
Cheered by the purple crowd
"He is my son", your mama is proud

Defeat sapphire your eyes are
Losing fire your warmth pass
"ARMY!" your voice echoing in our ears
Fading all our pathos and fear
Happy Birthday Jin!
Svetoslav Nov 2021
The only boy in the family got drafted into the army. He saw that the journey away from home might be his last. "Mother, please take this rose. I will come back once it has withered," the young man said to his mother as he wiped the tear on her cheek. He went down the road looking at the sky. The rose never withered, and the boy never returned. His ashes were scattered in the winds by the explosion that devastated his journey. His name got engraved on a stone, and that is what's left of him. One time he prayed to return and two times he perished. One time he was posthumously awarded and two times he was remembered.
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Memorial to the people that gave their lives for their cause.
They headed to the battlefield with enormous courage,
fought for what they believe in
and caught the prize of remembrance and honor.
Even though they wanted to live happily with their families.

Many children were left without their dads
and many grandchildren had no grandfathers there to love and play with.
All of this was because of the desire to conquer
and wishes for fortune of some people.

Here this stone will remain
with the names of the fallen heroes for eternity.
For their families to remember and what they could have had
if it wasn't for the mindless people and their blade of destiny.
The flowers we put show that their sacrifice wasn't in vain.
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