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#sundayrepost (8 months ago) Universal Soldier I have no age or gender, No colour, clan or creed I'm the universal soldier Please call me if you need Someone to take the bullet, Someone...
The bombs the bullets. The bodies that fall. The broken the battered. The fodder of war. The young and the brave. Are borrowed to battle. They fall to their fate. With the bullets that rattle.
O. Pen your mind , don't penalise the rest for errors of the few P. olitical madness to self-preservation their name of the game U.
Open your mind , don't penalise the rest for for errors of the few. Political madness to endure, self-preservation there name of the game.
I am the voice that speaks on Your behalf, The eyes that see for You.
Funny like dog poo on some elses shoe; until they walk on your carpet, now that shits on you. Like your bloody hands, they dont bother you as long as i don't mention it..
Guns and blood and fighting It's "just another war" I honestly can't believe it We've seen this all before. But people keep on fighting, More nameless faces gone How can this be right..
A young man, no more than a boy. Delusions of glory, Golden valediction for imaginary heroes. But there are no heroes where he is going. For he is going to war.
Broken bones and bloody skin. Saying goodbye to your kin. To war we go. To fight our foe. Battered skulls. Destroyed souls. Kids without dad. He's away in Baghdad. Fighting the war.
(I'm open to helpful criticism). A is for atrocities and artificial reasons. B is for the burials of bullet ridden bodies. C is for the casualties caused so callously.
So many false prophets telling me what is right, How to lead my life and who to pray to at night.
(Got stuck on p). A is for atrocities and artificial reasoning. B is for the burials of bullet ridden bodies. C is for the casualties caused so callously.
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Surrender to the sound of drums,. The march of death that slowly comes,. Give in to the cries of war,. That make their way into your core,. Watch men fight with shallow breath,.
Christmas time. Missiles and land mines. Children losing. Their limbs and going blind. Shots will be fired. Families will grieve. The war shall not pause. For festivities. Christmas time.
Does life merely repeat itself Destinies interweaved as one Are two souls worth the price Of one holding a gun.
You got me caught, in the middle of world war three. Hope you don't mind, but could I get a little peace please. Maybe just for today, could you put the guns away. And let me dream. Of a world...
Tit for tat leaves tat for tits A people conquered but a land in bits He said she said means who said what. Will our children's children thank us for the wars that we fought.
Contains explicit language And swearing Watch out for the Pagans and the Heathens the Babylonians and the demons, politicians who deceiving Freemasons are the new world Order Yo Bush & Blair...
For decades now musicians have been singing about peace, doing their bit to bring about change and peace, crying out against war.
I love this poem...
I will always remember my forefathers, men who fought through times of war. Remember their every sacrifice, at home and upon foreign shores.
Remember remember. The 11th of November. 'Cause men died in war for us. Gas may have killed. And guns may have thrilled. But on the 11of November it stopped. People suffered, got injured and died,.
Such hatred is passed between two countries, Can't we just stop and freeze. Before we get into a war, Think... What is it all for. Be mature and be wise, Let us hear your cries.