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War it
seems to come,
as often as the rain,
causing the utmost destruction,
misery, and pain.
Millions of daughters, and sons,
have walked out the door,
waving goodbye,
never to be seen,
alive no more.
Mothers have shed billions of tears,
silently they cry,
for the rest of their years.
Why do
nations have to fight.
The politicians say,
it is to put everything right.
That doesn't replace the lost,
daughters, and sons,
or help the families,
with their grief,
for their lost ones.
In the
end the answer,
is always the same.
Winners there are none,
there are only losers,
to this stupid bloody game
~Tango~
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