War
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The earth is torn and scorched,
She cries out in pain.
The air is polluted and foggy,
She calls out for life.
Broken sword and shield,
Lie scattered on the scorched wasteland.
The scents of death,
Fill the smoke-drenched air.
What is the point of death?
When it's meant to encourage life.
All for what, I ask?
So one can stand taller than another.
A small sapling,
Struggling to court the rays of light.
No hope of survival,
Like all the others.
Please review! I didn't get any reviews for my last fic. ;(