Dirty gameA Poem by Rubein GeterminahWar is a game, that affects the lives of those it seems to protect.
Look Mister. These canon balls
Dropping to protect us- civilians Not only for the rebellious, the previlant Atmosphere is frightful; and you hear Not my wretched cry until we get dull? Won't you stop this dirty game dear? I mean this cat & mice chase to end? © 2017 Rubein GeterminahAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on May 20, 2017 Last Updated on May 20, 2017 Tags: War, Greed, Disagreement, Disunity, Poverty Author
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