War

• Brooke French, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2004

Why do we fight?
What is the point?
To see all our soldiers limbs ripped from their joints,
Nobody wants it they all disagree,
Why cant our countries live happy and free?
We see people crying,
We see people hurt,
We see people treating others like dirt.
So lets stop all the fighting
and start living in peace,
listening to each other is a start at least.