War of Scars
You try to throw your troubles out the door..And then you bitch and find yourself deep in a war..
You hear the cries of all echo and roar..
And then you wish to moan but you shall never change things and rest like before..
I don't care for you and your war..
All I want is to reach the shore..
I don't care for how many you kill to increase the score..
All I want is to be with my family more..
So please let me go from this wretched land..
I wish I could throw away this gun from my hand..
So please release me from this cage so I can reach up the sky and fly..
I wish to run away from this hatred which tears us apart till we die..
Ray Gonsalves
Poetry by Ray Gonsalves
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Written on 2009-03-29 at 21:17
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