5th poem. Please don't copy.

World War                                       
Gunfire blazing through day and night,
Causing many of shock and fright.
The cannons are loaded, the mortars are firing,
The war to many, is very tiring.
Grenades are tossed here and there,
Explosives are set, with time to spare.
Airplanes bombing from up above,
Throughout the war, there is no love.
Hate has torn apart all these war vets,
Everyone, making and losing the bets.
When you think all the damage is done,
But no, the war has just begun.
Gunshots go straight through their heads,
After they need help, they shout "I need meds!"
But in the end, peace will win,
But after death, for father and kin.

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