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Friday 1 July 2016

Poem: World War

All the men standing in line
Holding their guns but not with a smile

1,2,3 Boom
The war has started but everyone is tired
A man in his tank using his gun, he see’s an
old man yelling for help

No one can see with dust in the air and when they
turn they scream with fear

The world is scared and not so safe, think before you leave this place, we see the guards with their guns
chasing people climbing gates.

Before they die there cold as ice, they say goodbye with tears of joy and pray to god for a wonderful time inside this earth.

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