War by Anette Dahle
Blood streaming
People screaming
This is not just a game
Bombs falling
Mothers calling
Out their children's name
Innocent people
Killed, wounded
They're struggling for their life
I see it on TV
Hurts my heart
The pain cut just like a knife
Dead parents
Dead children
Soldiers, look what you have done!
They keep shooting
Keep hurting
Soon they will all be gone
Too much hate
Too much pain
I think I'm
Going insane
Some people say
Their last farewell
Life became
A living hell
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