Where is the love?
I don't see it when you send them in for action.
When the soldiers die in every fraction.
Where is the light?
When they hear cruel gunshots in the sky.
When their chances of returning aren't so high.
Where is the hope?
The only thing that always keeps them going,
Is that their family is out there waiting.
Where is your heart?
When they lay down their bodies for you,
Why don't you do what you ought to do?
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Wings [Poetry]
PoetryWords are the bricks. The feeling is the foundation. Together, they are the home of a heartfelt poem. ***** "Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion our most inexhaustible source of magic." - Albus Dumbledore
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