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Politicians starting wars,
They never have to fight.
You don't don't understand her loss,
Or feel that mothers plight.

Her baby left home,
To come back in a box.
While left and right sit at home,
In hard bottoms, bloomers, and socks.

They lay safe in bed,
Wallowing in greed.
Our soldiers pay the price,
For our freedoms to be free.

It sickens me to know,
What our country has become.
Making enemies faster,
Than our children pick up guns.

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