War pigs muddy the waters faster then blood spills,
propaganda, conspiracy theories turn to the kills.
Bombs dropping, missiles highly flying,
innocent everywhere now their dying.
Old wounds, the anger we are restoring,
orders given now countries they're warring.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 7th, 2026 04:25
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Comments3
This poem reads well. It speaks to the heart of reopening wounds. War seems to never be justified. Nicely written.
Love this! Waltz through musical history
Well written. Thank you for sharing.
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