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Wars Lost
Contributed by
raspberry89
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Friday, 21st June 2013 @ 10:29:26 PM in AEST
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I can’t get loneliness off my mind
It’d feel better to rip out my spine
I fought all my battles on the frontline
Yet my victories meant nothing in time
Ever changing, like the rhythm of rhyme
I’m here stuck dodging the land mines
All the sweat and the blood-blind
Sowing and reaping, a fate divine
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Re: Wars Lost
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by RussellReinhardt on
Saturday, 22nd June 2013 @ 01:11:55 AM AEST
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I see your pain however one is only lonely if you choose to be. Go read my poem Christmas maybe it would help
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Re: Wars Lost
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by RussellReinhardt on
Saturday, 22nd June 2013 @ 01:11:55 AM AEST
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I see your pain however one is only lonely if you choose to be. Go read my poem Christmas maybe it would help
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Re: Wars Lost
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by karu on
Saturday, 22nd June 2013 @ 06:02:55 AM AEST
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God bless You
a good poem |
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Re: Wars Lost
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 22nd June 2013 @ 11:36:37 PM AEST
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I think war sucks. People caught in it's mist, Tolstoy called them the infinitesimal multitudes, where there is no such thing as a hero in war, this is the honest truth. No winners only quagmire. No real plan, only struggles.
Name a war where people grew, one can't. Not even WWII.
WWI, oh my god, holy cow.
GI's go in, scared as hell. If they ain't they are insane.
They come back if they are lucky, knowing all too well, a hell of a lot was left behind/ and those are the smart ones, or should one say the lucky few...
If you've never been in one, you have no way of knowing the truth. Yet still they continue...
ME, short-hand for the Middle East, this so-called botched war on terror, Sunni versus Shiite, and all the infinitesimals caught in between, and it seems with no resolution, no why or no end ever could there be one in our sight.
Backwards... all that quagmire, civil war crap.
And the military machine rolls on past each night into day.
Proxy wars, the American Revolution, Hatfield and McCoy, North vs. South, again and again.
I suppose I Like what was said by Obama recently in a speech before the G8 about Ireland. Frank Zappa wrote, It Can't Happen Here, but it did in MN and Kansas, plastic people are everywhere. In Ireland, they made peace. So maybe it can happen else where too? Maybe if the super players with all the power to waste figure out it comes down to the people themselves. Most do want peace you know.
Stay cool man! Keep writing!
Peace!
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