Renee wrote a poem!

I was trying to write a song, but since I suck at that and can never seem to find a tune, I transformed it into a poem. Huzzah!

WAR.

Put on your sweatshirt, we're going out

Past the red light that can't stop this

Who came up with this dirty thought

Countless lives taken are what bought

Nothing of particular, nothing of consequences

The red light is not the one that can stop this

Running away should be for the defenseless

A mistake someone said to strike the oppression

Pressure was built to cause damage

In this situation, evil and hatred in marriage

Bullets ring out over a field of greed

It makes us suffer when we learn of the casualties

We cry, we mope, we pray for it to end

But honestly, my friends, is now any different from then?

Nothing has changed, still people fight

Revolution is what need, while awareness is at its height

Okay, so war has countless consequences, many, many, many effects on worldwide lives. But not the price of death. What has that done? Only raised the heads of those who care, to notice, "Ah, something's going on here..."