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Tears Of The Innocent Child
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Tears Of The Innocent Child |
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Yogi Member
since 2001-11-05
Posts 68 |
He sits, gaunt and starving We observe the hurting in his eyes And the tears slowly descend down his face With his cry’s piercing the silent air All for religions fighting for their so called rights Parents depart their homes to battle for their religious conviction This young child not knowing what to say or do Shaking with fright and confusion he waits for there return As daylight hours die and hours of darkness comes alive No parent returns, so lost in his own home this child is now orphaned Sounds of explosions in the distance sever through the night’s cold air The child puts hands to ears to drown out this thunderous blast The youngster shudders with fright, all alone and afraid for his life He runs and cowers in the corner of this lonely darkened room He rocks back and forth staring into a cold black abyss No one returns he is left alone to die He is not to blame for this terrible feud between religions A warfare, which should never be A war, which has to say no more [This message has been edited by Yogi (edited 11-08-2001).] |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Yogi, This just tears at my heart. So very well said, poet friend. ~hugs, Nancy~ ~I've loved you forever, in lifetimes before.~ |
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