The bravery of our people fighting the wars, should never be forgotten but always remembered, the tears, the victories, the fears, the memories.
Families agonising over whether their loved ones will return, children patiently waiting for their fathers to call home, the wait fiercely burns, people not knowing if they'd have to say goodbye to their loved ones, their bravery would be highly respected, their legacy will be forever protected.
What is the point of wars? To make families worry about their own children, where's the respect for the poor? Fighting over money and land when you're hiding away from everything in your safe haven.
Countries divided over everything, when we should all come together and unite as one, we all share the same pain and grief, we all lose someone when a soldier is killed fighting for his loved ones and home.
We really don't need wars or to fight, can't we just sort things out another way? Where's the respect and admiration for your country? Don't the people who live there matter to you in any way? No more blood, tears, or death. Not just so you can prove to others that you're the very best out of all the rest.
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PoetryA selection of poetry, that I have written from the last three years. An anthology of my poems from the last three years, which I have put together, for everyone to enjoy, about survival, love, heartbreak and pain, and my own experiences in life. ...
