What is war?
What is life?
What is game?
These things are so dreadfully fame.
What is peace?
What is love?
What is dream?
It often retells what we feel.
Life is made up of getting and giving,
The most certain way is moving all time.
In the end of the war we’re still thinking,
If can’t you see the troubles of sign.
A man who mistakes in his choice,
Must listen his heart and be loved,
For not very simple his valuable soul
He has to follow the road that is right.
We present these beautiful flowers
To soldiers and to their wives,
To younger and older brothers.
Destroy neverending big fires
And neverstopping black crimes.
To get rid of horrors
And not to feel pain
Remove the emotions
But not your brave!
Come on with me
I know it’s fun.
The game is dream,
More stranger than life.
War and Peace
© Copyright: Кристина Ян, 2017
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