Epics of wars

Sometimes the T.V. spins it like toys, but we know

there is blood, and body parts, odors sending to the

sky in atoning, death scattered here, over there.

Burial plats with mark of the unknown, I protest, it

is not true. Can I in my folly say, they are mothers

sons, a father's daughters..

Which of the century there was no errors in my

grammar where the teacher commented me with

red?. That lease I knew of the world affairs, epics

of wars.

The bloody children crying, and suicidal wars goes

on. Damn, the ban, fire and smoke. The East at it,

Africa can't stop, the West marches into it,then

orphans fell into no man;s land. Boys, and Girls

pause to sign treaty, tomorrow drunken rage again

for we never remain sober long enough to look in
each other eyes, THE EPICS OF WARS.