A fight for survival, mans quest for power to rule,
Fear and ignorance but money will be the tool.
Inventors of destruction, builders of a force,
The enemy is our brother, traitor to the land.
Which side are we on, who is on our side,
Conflict and hatred, how many must have to die.?
And then there were none, not much left to say,
Put the bombs away, we may have another day.
Keith Garrett
keithgarrettpoetry 
Loved “And then there were none.” Keep at it Keith. 😎😎😎
What is a battlefield with none present to battle? I suppose it is just a field then. Great poem and thanks for inspiring peace!!
Thanks so much for reading
On Mon, May 25, 2015 at 11:03 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Very emotive, there’s too many willing to fight until we have nothing left to fight for
Thanks for reading
On Mon, May 25, 2015 at 12:10 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Is this a quiet cry for peace? Doubt we will see it in our lifetimes!
Jeanette Hall
I’m sure we won’t, thanks always
On Mon, May 25, 2015 at 1:15 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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