The Never-Ending War

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A heart of war is a lonely soul;

and the battles of man, a curse-

The sword that strikes, strikes flesh alone;

like a vampire off blood, it thirsts-

soldiers march and knights are the plague;

dying by the hordes-

of deaths in vain, the victims slain;

buried without their swords-

For war is hatred, inevitable and raw;

infecting the skin of men-

war accepted, and wrote into law;

war, again and again…

Poem Meaning: Talks about how we can’t let war

consume us, otherwise it could create chaos throughout our country.

Copyrightcopyright October 19, 2014

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