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Why Is There War

By Richard A. Ames

As the sun sets on another day 

Bugles in the distance softly play, 

Just when you think the day is at an end 

Out of the dusk, come a thousand men, 

Shots were fired, and men had to die 

Your best friend drops, but there is no time to cry, 

Bullets land around you, as you lay in your hole 

If this is the road to freedom, it has one h*** of a toll, 

The shooting finally stops, this one is our score 

But then you stop and ask yourself "why is there war "