The scars of war, a lifetime's weight
The memories of loss, a heavy fate
For those who fought, for those who bled
Their sacrifice, a debt unpaid
Their cries for peace, a distant hope
As armies clash, a never-ending scope
For in the end, what is the cost of hate?
What is the price of war, a weight so great?
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The world is a beautiful place"
The world is a beautiful place to be born into if you don’t mind happiness not always being so very much fun if you don’t mind a touch of hell now and then just when everything is fine because even in heaven they don’t sing all the time
By Samiya khan 5 days ago in Poets
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Very thoughtful words, thankyou for sharing xx