Poetry

Peace has become an impossible dream. Destroyed by the scum of the Muslim extreme. As a nation we squeeze triggers of fate. A cycle that spins a circle of hate. I cry out to the world and ask, what have we done? Why must we live by the way of the gun? The “War on Terror” a clever disguise. For those who are eager to hate and despise. Arab children drown young in rivers of blood. Their small corpses sink deep through thin layers of mud. I cry out to the world and ask what have we done. Why must we live by the way of the gun? Revenge! Revenge! Dressed pretty in white. A reason to die with the purpose to fight. Is our right to snuff out a life? To take it away with a gun or a knife. I cry out to the world and ask what have we done. Why must we live by the way of the gun?

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