Conflict

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Hear the children’s crying
See the soldiers dying
Upon this dark unhappy doom
Pondering with heart of gloom

Their life was hold by the weapon
Guns and fires and cannons
Blood flows everywhere
Smell of hatred in the air

Trouble and wounded heart
Completely devastated with wrath
My native land covers with gore
Ruled by a heart of tormentor

Set aside thy agonizing cry
From this conflict we say goodbye
And see our children’s happy
Hear their laughter and proud hurray

This poem was written/submitted by vergene bacordo.

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