After a while you get used to war .
Blood spilling , killing , and those who are willing to die .
After a while you can live with the noise .
Explosions of bombs and missiles and bullets that fly .
After a while when the smoke clears the air .
You see everyone around you is wiping their eye .
Then after a while the war escalates .
More innocent die to justify the reason why .
After a long while war changes landscapes.
In roads to peace merge where future generations lie .
By Paul McCann
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-01-23 03:29:54
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