I look across this vast
country,
So many have died
Yet this war rages on.
Is there a reason,
A purpose to all this madness?
All the hate: all the anger?
" Why?!
To every living soul.
Why?!"
" Little boy,
Why do you cry?
Do you cry for your dead family?
Little boy,
I cry too:
For a country of heartache,
A country of death,
Of war,
Of where the streets flow with blood and tears.
I cry for memories,
Good and bad ones.
I cry for lost innocence.
I cry for the fallen blood,
The fallen tears,
For a country of red."
By: Zoey
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