Living through war
Is trauma and pain.
Fleeing or fighting
is horrible and inhumane.
Yet still war happens
and fear drives us on.
Why do we hurt the innocent
who don’t know what’s wrong?
Hearts are full of sadness
and pain as we watch from afar
at the vicious game they play.
And yet tomorrow
more shells will fall
and we will watch and judge
the soldiers thrown into the giant’s maw.
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