War Or Homicide?

War Or Homicide? short poem

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Why?
we kill, without mercy or regret
yet we are still somehow human
with every strike of the blade,
every pull of the trigger
every scream uttered
every drop of blood spilled
soldiers thought of as heroes
but nothing more than killers
laying waste to the world
bathing the earth in blood
they say peace is only achieved through war
not even realizing just how wrong they are
they are right about one thing though
in a way we are all prisoners
because freedom is not free
we fight for that right
a worthy cause yet their actions
fueled by greed and anger
will tear the heart out of the earth
they will seal our fate
and we will cease to exist
one by one
hundreds, thousands…
all will fall
until we are no more
we were put here for a purpose
to better the world we live in
not to be a plague of destruction and death

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Preeti
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The purpose of our life is definitely not to create destruction or bloodshed….A poignant question to ask ourselves …Do we really need a war?

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