I look at the news and at all of the death
will I live tomorrow or will be next
They stab their children there sick in their head
Listening to gunshots as I go to bed
I try not to think my brain starts to rot
But the people we know they'll never stop
They take out a family they cut their lives off
They think that they win if they make sure we lost
Leaving the people the families distraught
Congratulations you won you won at what cost
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Author:
Mr,apocalapse (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: where I live a woman stabbed and killed her 8-year-old son because "she was mad about the war in Ukraine" she obviously had a mental illness but it gave me an insight on not just the lack of awareness and help for adults with mental health issues but the affects war has on the brain
- Category: Reflection
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