Pointless
No shelter for the old and weak, shells drop people are dying. The outcome of this mission, bleak, men,women,children.. all are crying. We invade many countries while the conflict is getting smaller, we continue to ignore our boundaries. the death rate is only getting taller. So why stay when there is nothing achieved? Injuries for many, death for some? We've thrown away everything we believed. War, what good is there to come?
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coote12
I'm 15, just finished a poetry unit in school. I love writing out my feelings in a poem and some friends say I'm good at it. Constructive criticism is the best thing for me.
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