Here and now this is what I see,
someone my age is under six feet.
While here we are blind and cant see,
souls need our help but their over seas.
Guns and bombs are hidden in shirts,
many childeren weep,are lost,and hurt.
Tanks and jeeps through the streets,
who ever thought the war could be seen,
from miles to miles and sea to sea.
The war might or could not be over,
but poems,just like life, can't last forever.
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