Poetry and photos about war
Short poetry about war.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
I’m tire of war and violence.
What is left?
The dead will not rise.
War steal the best from us.
Who remember the people in the mass graves?
Children cry, Soldier die
Old friend you were killed in Iraq.
So far from the safety of your home.
I cried with your children and parent.
You are not forgotten.
A father’s love is never forgotten.
How many fields of white crosses are needed.
Soldiers will die and great cities will fall.
War leave no victors.
Only homeless and desperate people paying for the cost of war.