War Torn

Howling winds and freezing cold

A bedless sleep and a restless night

The lot of citizens, men and women

Should figure in our minds and ping our conscience.

Wailing nations and fatherless children

Limping sons and girls turned mothers

Fathers are dead and mothers are lost.

The needless wars must end, but only by our choice.

Superficial talk and diplomatic platitudes

The bombs still fall and the citizens still die.

While we waver and seek a detente

Bullets will kill and the unfortunate will die.

One day our story will be told.

And it will be concluded that we fed a monster

With the lives of our children.

Do something to save a life.

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