The War

Her body tenses then goes limp

A sad story many know

She was beaten and bruised

to see if they could win

They did

He was bound

He was scarred

He made it out alive

This war goes on

America, Islam

We hurt we break we kill

They kill gradually

They show us their tourture on our own people

It is revolting

Families broken

Good friends lost

Brothers and sister torn apart

And yet the war goes on

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