One must take pity on the many weapons of war…
They once were needed, but that time is no more…
From the many planes that soar amongst the sky…
To the guns that made so many die…
Most of them are gone…
But back then they were needed from dusk till dawn…
But now…
The ships are decommissioned…
The tanks are disassembled…
The planes decompose…
I do not know why or how…
That they think that they can take away pride, dignity, and honor from these
things of war…
Some people think there just welded steel, there’s much more…
Sometimes their reason is grand…
But there are some things that so many will never understand…
But if you had the warriors blood running through your veins…
Then you would see their pride, rusting in the rain…
The weapons that caused so much war come and go…
Their pain I will always know…

I dedicate this to them…

 
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