Battlegrounds

On the battlefield is
The battle cry
Enemy?
Ally?
Those who win
Are the one’s who don’t die?
Regardless, families cry
And
Children that rely
On their mother or father
Are left in the streets
To find food and water
While we spend outragous costs
To fight wars already lost
Before the battle plan is even drawn up
The innocent a statistic
The dead collatoral damage
The poor survivors at a disadvantage
Because they’re an after thought
In a war forever fought
On the battlegrounds
Of our misplaced hearts

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