Nicolas Laboy


what is war


What is War

War is always
War is near
War is here
War is down the road
War is in the road
War is life
War is death
War is what drives some to
War is what drives some away
War is in the air
War is in my pear
War is fun to some
War is sorrow for others
War is always
War is all around us
War is the world in which we live in
I wonder does war last end in heaven

Submitted: Tuesday, January 26, 2010

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  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (1/28/2010 9:31:00 PM)

    War is always
    War is all around us
    War is the world in which we live in
    I wonder does war last end in heaven.........war is in daily walk of life and it is here and there also...it can't end in heaven also....it is heaven here and hell here too................lovely poem dear.....10

    read ine...martyrs...bullet proof.. what happens if..... (Report) Reply

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