A War Raging On

There's a war raging on Though I know not where There are people fighting Though they do not care Soldiers are fighting Mothers are crying Fathers are preaching For their sons are dying, For their is a war killing And no one really cares. There's bullets shooting As I see the guns loading And there's planes flying For I feel the bombs exploding, I see war and I see blood And death upon the sand There's hunger and death I still see in His hand, For there's people killing As I see the blood flowing. There's soldiers marching For I hear them coming The killing is flowing For I see the children running, There are people being shot Poets getting caught Murderers being sought Lessons again being taught, For there is a war raging As the soldiers are hunting. There is a war coming For I hear the horns blowing There is more killing coming For I see the hate growing, Children are getting killed Burying bombs in the fields Land is being destroyed Mountains are becoming hills, For there is a war coming For I see the hate showing. Randy L. McClave