Crazy Wars

War is a stage of which many
never take a bow
their bodies lay in shallow graves
where flowers now grow.
How many millions
have mothers wept for,
and how many millions more
will be buried where they fall?
The answer lies with the ones
who send these brave men, women and boys
away from their families
to fight their crazy wars.

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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