Poem -

Whores of war

Whores of war

To all the Great men

Marching towards their gods

Dressed for war

For honour 

Government, thou should not kill

Yet the war begins

>>>>>>>>>>>>>

To all the great warriors

With spears ready 

Seeking out the enemy

For what? 

Parents, do not give up your child 

Yet the War begins

<<<<<<<<<<<<<

There is no heaven 

There is no defeat

There is no victory

When your dead son comes home

From the war

.....

Yet the War begins

::::

How many men have died

How many men have died

How many of YOUR men have died; 

   how many of your children

Lay in the fields

::::

How many? 

??????

✌️✌️✌️✌️✌️✌️

How many more of your children shall

 sleep tonight

Instead of your arms tight

Laying in the dust

In your tears

Killed 

How many

How many more

For WAR

& buLLets 

AND 

For the whores of war

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Tony Taylor

AMAZING!!.....This is SO friggin' creative!!......the word choices here.....combined with the totally radical formatting and use of those little images......I honestly believe your work on war and world violence belongs "Front and Center" on the world stage!!......this is a masterwork my friend!!.......NO ONE writes like this!!.........ALL STARS......PINNED!!.....smokin' grooves brother poet!!.......high fives!!.......T xo   ?

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Jai Masters

Keep smoking you good man; 

Winston Churchill did! 

Feeling annoyed with current military build

up it never stops. Stay safe. Luv &

thankssss Jai:)

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