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War
“A state of usually open and declared armed hostile conflict between states or nations”. So why does it feel as though I am
living through World War Three?
Crisis
Brings out the true colors of a person
We are
Black and White
Best and Worst
Are our true colors
War
Is painting gray
War
Is when these two sides of us fight
Whether it be against each other
Or ourselves.
Crisis
Is the key out of the jail that hides our selfishness
The bars that once contained it have crumbled
Our selfishness will become the bullets that kill
And that make a war a
War
We are fighting ourselves.
Poetry
United States of America