War GamesA Poem by J. A. PerkinsThe injustice of warWeapons primed and ready;
Round the troops and sound the sirens.Snipers, hold your rifle steady It's the battle of the irons. Pride and Hatred take a stance. Violence crouching - taking aim Doesn't take a second glance before he fires across the plane. A victim lies helpless on the street. Shot down in violent fashion. Pleading peace in her defeat. Her name is Compassion. A plea for peace
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Added on November 16, 2018 Last Updated on November 16, 2018 AuthorJ. A. PerkinsAboutI just want to share my poems and hopefully get some constructive criticism and just maybe inspire someone who struggles with life and whatever it might bring. more.. |

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