Why does everyone have to fight?
Why does everyone love war?
If people continue to spill so much blood,
There’ll be no more people left wide and far!
People seem to take the Earth for granted,
And they don’t think when they use their gun,
When the Earth comes to an end ‘cause of the wars,
That event won’t be much fun!
People don’t care about what they do
And kill as many people as they like,
Whenever they see someone they’d prefer to see dead,
They take their gun and start to strike!
I know that this poem deosn’t make a difference
And that the world (with its crazy people) will still be the same,
But I’m writing it just in case there’s another person
Who agrees that killing is not a joke or game.
