WARA Poem by Bianca KingThe effects of War
Where winners are losers
And losers are lost Revolution means nothing When lives are at cost And somewhere lights are shining Rewards are being reaped While others mourn loved ones And candles burn for those who sleep Rivers start flowing When was is over And bridges are burnt over, the Return of our soldiers © 2011 Bianca KingAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorBianca KingAustraliaAboutI am Aquarius. I don't know what that means. I write. I sing. I party. I never take myself too seriously. That's about it really. more..Writing
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