by Duarl Richardson

Created on: December 30, 2009

 WARS

Wars are fought in many ways.

Mine was fought in my younger days.

Though my fighting is over as my age will attest.

Forty years have past and my soul knows no rest.

In my mind I see the death and the pain.

In a war where nobody gained.

We fought, killed and died, and for what I still don’t know.

I went because I was told that’s where I had to go.

Soldiers on both sides had to pay the price of a governments greed.

After it’s over, to hell with a soldiers needs.

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