When did all of this begin?
How did it start?
When will it end?
Doesn’t anyone realize how much it’s haunting me?
Why can’t they see?
Why can’t they just let it all be?
Does it not effect them?
Do they just not care?
How come they can’t stop…
TheBOMBStheMISSILEStheFIGHTINGtheDEATH
What were they thinking when they got us into this mess
Maybe it’s the thought of something wrong,
That makes their hearts beat fast…
I guess I’ll never know.
I’m sure I’ll always wonder.
But worst of all…
I will always remember.

02/27/2003

Author's Note: Alot of people have been confused about this poem - I tried to write from a view point of others!

Posted on 03/12/2003
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