We hate wars,mother

We hate wars,mother

We hate wars,mother
I still remember the time
when I heard we go to war because we hate war,…..

Piffany and sword
When they compete,
love piffany and let go of the sword.
...
We hate wars
Thats the poem my mother always use to recite.

O Mother,
You shaped one era and flew away.
We the sons...on the path of hope

Piffany and sword
When they compete,
I shall uphold piffany and use my sword.
And we will fight till we win the war.

In reality,
we hate wars mother.
we hate wars .......

Poem by ye yint thet zwe
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