Bullets, Planes, and Men

Black rifles in hand
Smoke in all barrels
Stuck in the middle
Of so many perils

Danger is just a word
When you're in these wars
So many lives destroyed
And ribbons on there doors

Planes in the sky
Ships in our sea
Another day of life
Is their begging plea

Fighting for no reason
Except for the oil
Holes in there heads
And blood in the soil

Our generation is growing
Boys become men
Here we are at war
Killing once again

I'm a man now
It's my turn to fight
But I would never kill
For something so unright



Poetry by Justin
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Written on 2007-01-01 at 07:00

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normalil
Men have fought and made war for ever. It's part of being human I think. Well written and full of feeling.
2007-08-11


betsy Firefly
It must be a terrible thing for anyone, soldier or not to have to kill another human being!

Well written, Justin.
2007-01-01