in the wake of a lost solider in the grief of a sorowed widow in the austerity of torture we ask ouselves, is war the answer. in the tears of the mourners. in the cries of a shattered family. in the sorrow of our country we ask ourselves, is war the answer. in the pain [...]

Hey hey come and hear Of what I learned today It’s easier to dropp a bomb Than pick up the pieces Breaking up is faster Than making up Easier to go to war Than sit down to peace talks Hey hey I learned it takes courage To speak against a prempt mob Which might kill [...]

There’s numerous reasons why wars are started To provoke fear into there own citizens to gain observation away from a horrible truth about the government To produce fear into another nation to persuade them to turn over their country for their country for their own gain To test new warfare on not only on other [...]

see that woman flung over her son’s dead body howling from the depths of her womb what has she to do with war or war with her? This poem was written/submitted by Michael Shepherd.

if all the mothers in the world denied war in their mind and in their speech what would happen in the mind of men? what is the powerful compared with the power? * This poem was written/submitted by Michael Shepherd.

when your just stuck crying, and your torn apart, raging war between your head, and your dying heart…. when your just so hurt and pained, and things just don’t look right, raging war between heart and head, a war that i can’t fight…. This poem was written/submitted by Michael Shepherd.

I took out the army Of hell Won many wars Of others But now The hardest war of them all The war agenst me It’s so hard To win One wrong move And I lose The war And my life This poem was written/submitted by Harley Morriss.

Ghosts of the deep, How awkward you swim, When attacks are made to fishes, And they are finished by sea-men Who sit on the sea, where the fish swim. Ghosts of the deep, Why does sinning happen In the sea of tranquillity? Where there is war and sharking, War and death, for all of the [...]

Sie hatte blondes Haar und schoene Augen. Weissporzellan die Haut sie wuerde taugen als kleines Aschenputtel doch war sie’s nicht sie war Zigeunerin hat nie geklaut bezahlt die Zech in bar und liebt das Licht. Sie war die schoenste Frau im Wilden Westen und sie gehoert jetzt mir trotz blondem Haar und schoenen Augen, sie [...]

I see before me now a traveling army halting, Below a fertile valley spread, with barns and the orchards of summer, Behind, the terraced sides of a mountain, abrupt, in places rising high, Broken, with rocks, with clinging cedars, with tall shapes dingily seen, The numerous camp-fires scatter’d near and far, some away up on [...]