That Evil ThingA Poem by Gregory HillNew poem... About war, longest one to make yet.So many lives were broken, As if nothing mattered, So many children stricken, And many nations scattered.
Now all flee for shelter, But none of that comes soon, We kill to save each other, But doom ourselves to ruin.
Now our world lays crippled, Our hands have crushed its spine, Mortality rate has tripled, Farewell, poor world of mine.
Though our world is dying, People will not see, They just keep right on killing, Repeating history.
Now we are on the brink, They wonder why one lives, Because all strove to think, That earth is all there is.
But no one understood, They killed for their belief, They killed because they could, And the world is swept with grief.
Now some come to realize, That what we thought, was wrong, We were fools who thought it wise, Though this thinking won't last long.
All throughout the ages, People there have seen, The evil war engages, Then return to the obscene.
So we are therefore cursed, Marching to our beat, That forever evil deed, Destined to repeat. © 2009 Gregory HillAuthor's Note
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Added on April 24, 2009Last Updated on April 27, 2009 AuthorGregory HillFallbrook, CAAboutHi all I dont like writing about myself so I will be brief. I am 16 and I live in Fallbrook Ca. How much more brief can you get? I have some songs I like on here: more..Writing
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