Published February 13, 2010
Hello, everyone. Here is another one of my riddle poems. Please review and, of course, answer the riddle. Thank you in advance, for school might take my time again.
This thing that I speak about
Makes us all fear and despair,
Yet we always begin it;
Then say that it was not fair.
Blood is spilled, disaster made,
Earth ruined, living or dead,
Life destroyed, fear is invoked,
Bane of many, it is said.
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Hmm! I can't think of anything, except war, but I know that's not it. Well, I an horrible at riddles. Onto the review! This piece is so polished I can't find anything to critique!
Humph. Hmmm. Ah!
I would split these lines in six, at each comma.
Well, this has been a lame review *sigh* PM me if you need anything!
winie*
Are you talking about the American and iraqi war? Thats the only thing I can think of. Am I right? prive message me!! Keep on writing!
