Wars and Probations

A year in my life,

Filled with struggles and strife.

And no lyrical incantation,

To properly exaplain my situation.

So I'll say with a fife,

There is boredom in my life.

These unhindering conflagrations,

That plaugue our and other great nations,

What kind of knife,

Is sharp enough to slice?

The muck from these creations,

Of manifest destiny wars and probations.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world
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