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The times of war
The times of pain
Seeing the children crying
And sitting in the rain.
Why do we fight
When there should be peace
Not valuing another life
Shooting and killing going on for weeks.
The killing, the tortures
They’re all senseless mind games
Seeing men, women and children homeless
Beginning to feel their pain.
The pain is intense
I feel it to the core
So many people injured
Their leader doesn’t have a heart.
The battles of life
Come tumbling down at once
Hoping they’ll get tired
And eventually give themselves up
But until then,
When will this war end?
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