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xxx As I sat on the hill, the wind blowing my hair, I just kept on wondering when will it end. The bombs are dropping closer to my home as I speak, why do so many people have to die in this deed. The war we speak of no one knows it meaning, all it does is keep us from dreaming. Night after night as a baby cries, a mother has to tell her child that thier father is still alive. Families are homeless living on streets, they have no food, no money, not even a bed for sleep. They say a war is to bring justice and peace but all I see and hear is that another soldier is dead leaving his wife and three kids. There are other countries in the world having bigger problems than the United States but they think of the innocent people and decide war is the wrong decision. Last edited by enemyzluvangel; 27-07-2005 at 04:42 AM. Reason: misspelled |
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