How It All Starts

13 Jun

by Lindsey Stoetzer

There’s always something that starts a fight
in the light of day or the dark of night.
Under the moon, an orb in the sky,
countless people have had to die.
Or under the sun, in the blazing heat
while all the onlookers cry and weep.
But no matter how big and no matter how small,
it was a conflict that started it all
It it really all worth it, the loss and the pain?
What is there for us to gain?
In this poem I would just like to say
what many people always pray,
for an end to war, this fighting must cease.
What we need is world peace.


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