Wars True Cost

by Danielle Clay   Aug 2, 2011


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**

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