Dispair of War

wrote this for a class.

Army's fight, but to what end

blood is shed,

tears fall.

 

Nations crumble for the sake of exuberant dominance

crimson sands are the new norm,

families bring children up with guns in hand.

 

Hate spreads from one to one

leaving no one right,

a void in stability.

Author's Note

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[Tom C]

The stanzas are used well here. Thank you.