O War
O war, I can not bear, You stain the earth red, Your bullets rip the air, You leave countless dead. Your bombs erupt in glare, And bodies tossed aside, Your killings remain unfair, Your chaotic act of pride. Families in despair, As honor slowly dies, And with peace beyond repair, Your flames begin to rise. O war, I can not bear.
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