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Bring Them Home

The sound of screams

The agony of death

The many troops we’ve lost

This we call victory

To kill by our blade

To die by anothers

This is what we call peace

The world is given freely

Yet we still make claim

Killing life, instead of liveing

We throw bombs

Killing the innoccent

When we do this we damn our own

They call it right I call it wrong

We stand and die

What for,

The land

The children, the women

We call it protection

Then protect us

Not the land in which we stand

They utter the word peace

For this land knows not the meaning

But yet we are to supposed to understand

Why they bring so many deaths

Bring our troops home

This is not our war

Save the lives of many

Bring them home

They fight for the people

You send them for the land

This doesn’t add up

Its all an evil plan

— poet_inside, Jul 07, 2007

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