The PriceA Poem by Aileen
The dust blows
A dry
Ravaged land
As if mother earth
Was having her pay back
For the war fought on her land
For her earth
Constantly being socked
With blood
And being shot up
By man
Slowly killing her
As we walk down the street
Wandering
What they hold
For us today
If more of my brothers
Will be going home
In a box
One wrong step
And they’re goners for them
To a place
Where there’s peace
No war
No fighting
No blood soaked earth
Happiness all around
A war that’s bin raged
For freedom
The right to live
Freedom
For all.
But at what price?
Killing mother earth is
The price
11-06-08
© 2008 AileenReviews
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1 Review Added on November 6, 2008 AuthorAileenLong Island, NYAboutMy name is Aileen; Im a freshman in high school and Im 14. Im in the marching band, color guard. I love to draw and write. My brothers and my dad got me into wri.. more..Writing
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