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Jul 07, 2007
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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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