Short poetry about war.A Poem by Coyote PoetryI'm tire of war and violence.What is left? The dead will not rise. War steal the best from us. Who remember the people in the mass graves? Children cry, Soldier die Old friend you were killed in Iraq. So far from the safety of your home. I cried with your children and parent. You are not forgotten. A father's love is never forgotten. White crosses How many fields of white crosses are needed. Soldiers will die and great cities will fall. War leave no victors. Only homeless and desperate people paying for the cost of war. Coyote © 2013 Coyote PoetryAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorCoyote PoetryMIAboutA Poet and writer who love to read and write. My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life. Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words. Remember .. more..Writing
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