We call ourselves civilized
But haven't yet realized -
One should not kill
We profess peace we follow
Yet our claim rings hollow
As we kill with great skill
From missiles in the skies
Innocent population dies
Is that really skill ?
Do His words really count?
When He said from the mount
"Thou shalt not kill"
Will we kill with great heft
Till there's no one left
And we've had our fill
I pray that sense prevails
Our need to kill curtails
Peace drowns out voices shrill.
Wounded veteran and battered woman face more trials together!
After an RPG attack on their barracks in Afghanistan, corpsman, Wade Scott wakes up in an Army hospital in Germany with his right arm gone. His other friends were wounded too. Luk
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