Sunday Poetry: Wars

by Austin Ray

Wars.
What are they good for?
Why do we want more and more?
We try to free nations.
We end up leaving broken relations.
The bombs that fall,
murder and devastate all.
The children and hurt
Left with nothing
Not even shirts.
The regimes are cruel.
They have strict absolute rule.
They must must quit.
I'm sick of this shit.

by Austin Ray