Friday, April 4^th,

^{My boy was excited about world conflicts tonight; this is where my brain went.}

^{Outlining War}

Conflict is the thing that makes a story

It gives some men glory

Picture of part of an art piece I drew

When it is on foreign soil

That is in constant boil

Down a slippery slope

Speeches full of tropes

That swallow hope

Strangling white flags

Marks the tag

A country for sale

As it grows ever pale

Guns, tanks, and bombs

Tear apart grandmas, moms

Another part of it depicts war

Kidnaps innocence

A constant flinch

At the flash and crash

Humble homes tumble

Bundled in a trundle

Of rubble that redoubles

From political trouble

That started the scumble

That has disguised this bright country

That shone, full of trees

Now barren, a desert

Blown away by the hurts

That one man defamed

Another proclaimed

The conflict started

When all sense departed