War Is Poem by Todd McCumsey
War Is
War is just an old mans game
While old men get fat young men only get slain,
They try to make us the perfect soldier
To accept any and every order,
Yet they send us to give up our lives
To protect our freedoms and give up our wives,
Now what is it all for
Just to wait until they close the casket door,
I am still working on this one if you have any suggestions they would be greatly appreciated.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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