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Friend Or Foe
The many wars that plague our history,
Are often gruesome and unpleasant thoughts,
The cold harsh reality of our lives,
Is that our world is fraught with conflict.
Whether it be against the common man,
Or against another race or people,
There is no shortage of soldiers or voices,
Willing to fight for right or wrong.
To us you've thrown the torch,
We use it - burn down our common enemy,
But to use it righteously,
We must know our own hand,
Who are we to judge so harshly,
Those whose actions we cannot yet understand?
What are we - friend or foe,
Who do we take up the quarrel with,
If we misunderstand the plea,
If we are the enemy?
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Comments
WTFWTFWTF U DIDNT RIME THE WHOLE THIGN >________>
Nanook Says:
The torch reference is Flander's Fields, right?
Wait, the whole poem is. Okay, then.
Prototype Says:
A poem about war, from a Canadian? I thought all of you didn't believe it existed. =O