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by Danielle Clay Aug 2, 2011 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
You can't help but sit in constant fear When you hear the drums pounding in your ears You know that now the time has come No time for playing, no games, no fun War paint is streaked across your face Now it's time to move, a constant race Battling over the land that you claim Killing people, not even knowing their names Endless battles from dusk til dawn So many bodies, who really won? Mothers crying over little children lost This war was a victory, but at what cost? Your villages are destroyed and thousands dead Is this what you really wanted instead? You may have won, and received your victory But everything, everyone is gone...all lost in history **Danielle Clay**