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Eyes
Stare up at me
People I loved
So dearly
Gone
In a second
Dead
At my feet
What a terrible
Horrifying

Dream
It comes
Every night
Bringing pain
And fear
What if...
It's real
Could it happen?
To me
This terrible

War
Destroys brothers
Crushes fathers
Weeping mothers
Sad sisters
Waiting for
Word
Is my love
Alive?
Or was it

Killed
In some
Far forgotten place
Away
From my arms
My voice
My love
Why did you
Go?
Why are you

Dead
For no
Good reason
For them?
I don't know them
You don't either
I knew you were a
Man
Didn't need
Any proof
Why must we

Fight
For people
Who won't
Fight for themselves
Who don't care
Whether we
Die
Who aren't us
Who hate us
Who tell us
"Go away you dogs!"
"We don't
Want the help.
We are already-"

Free
What is it?
Who is this?
Is anyone
Really free?
Or are you
Tied
To your possessions
Shackled
By your jobs
Bound
To serve your government

Is it true? Are you free? Everyone you love, are they still beside you? Or were they shipped away? Shipped away, to fight a war for others. Others who hate them, would kill them after the dirty work is done. What is the purpose? I see them dead every night. The people I love. I worry, will one be sent next? HE is eighteen, strong and able. Will they take him? I will not allow it. SHE is a genious. Solve any problem. Make anything. They won't get her. I won't let them.

I am not strong enough to stop this. I have no power to delay it. My only hope, that you see the pointlessness. That you understand life is fragile. That it dies. That you can NEVER reclaim what you lose by war. By that ugly demon, war.

Stop...
Please...
Stop.