poem
Random Poetry day 6
Iraq
The streets of Iraq are filled with horror,
everywhere you go there is terror galore.
Because of all the lying,
the men are dying.
Without stopping,
the bombs are dropping.
Broadcasts coming over and I see you,
better watch out or they'll get you to.
And the children are wandering,
I just sit here wondering.
Why can’t it be peaceful on the streets of Iraq?
END
P.S.
im getting sick of my shitty poetry
Iraq
The streets of Iraq are filled with horror,
everywhere you go there is terror galore.
Because of all the lying,
the men are dying.
Without stopping,
the bombs are dropping.
Broadcasts coming over and I see you,
better watch out or they'll get you to.
And the children are wandering,
I just sit here wondering.
Why can’t it be peaceful on the streets of Iraq?
END
P.S.
im getting sick of my shitty poetry