by Karen Umrysh

Created on: April 19, 2008

Battle Cry

We turn our heads and shut our doors
While outside there's a game called war
What has been said, tell me what has been done
Where is the courage and victories won?
All my eyes see are the hands on the guns
Bodies that lie under the setting sun

Few chances given for any to heal
All lives were abandoned when blood hit on steel
A world without prayer, no meaning of love
Destroyed is the land once sent from above
Hunger for peace, what plans have been made?
Gunshots still echo, no cries cease to fade
For the brave of our soldiers who have drawn their last breath
Only graves have they now, each marked with their death.

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