War
At time of war in the heat of hate
I see my worst fear and wish to deal his fate
When I aim my gun at his head
his children are sleeping in their beds
I know he is as much a man as me
Only to look into his heart to see
I know it's hard to understand
Each draws the line in the sand
Oil, God, Country or political gain
It's always our children that must live out our pain
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In memory of the one thousand or more who have died fighting a wrong war so very far from home. What was all the wrong reasons to go to war has become something even worse. It has become a pointless place for our children to die.
America, where are you now? Don't you care about your sons and daughters?
Peace all
Merlyn /|\



