Soldiers Poem by Shastina McElmurry

Soldiers



Sounds of shooting guns.
Soldiers die with no remorse.
Sounds of jets crashing into towers
Solders die with no remorse.
Bombs blowing up on the line.
Soldiers die with no remorse.
Attacks on America!
Soldiers kill with no remorse.

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