Bombing For Peace
by Ashley Painter
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A parade of gas,
With no help given,
From the gas masks.
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Crazy, we"re driven,
No longer having knowledge,
of what"s bound to happen.
Praise and glory are barely given.
We fall into one too many traps.
Babies cry,
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Our hearts bleed.
Never are we dry.
Trench foot dominating,
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Skin in which sheeded is everywhere.
We wish to be freed.
Pain and agony,
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Yet hope and nationalism.
Confusion everywhere.
We"re living on a land of treason.
We feel like we"re trapped in a prism.
Why are we here?
Why do we bomb for peace?
What is this for?
We at peace, at least.
What is the point of this?
What are we really dying for?
We're sinking into an abyss of nothingness.
We want no more.
Bombing for peace is like being abstinent for a baby.
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