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The Decision
He walks alone A decision to make Casting stones What path to take? A cold misty morning Quiet in town A new era could be dawning Why does he frown? Two days for the decision Two days to make that change So he tries to envision His new life by plane or train He’ll be […]
Torn Inside
Jan 31, 2012
He’s twisted Torn Ripped and Forlorn Torn Torn Torn inside Emotions role Like Waves they rise Tearing Crashing Destroying inside Dark his heart His Soul so lost Lost Ghostly Without a home On the outside Happy He is to all To all Smiles Hiding away No-one sees Him No-one cares Selfish Ignorant Not their problem […]
A Child’s Tears
Jan 30, 2012
A child’s tears do fall Her cries do ring out Helpless is her call Innocence is she about Small, a year old She wants not for much To be kept warm out of the cold To eat breakfast and lunch She’ll sing happily away If she’s paid attention Mischievous smiles everyday She’s life’s great lesson […]
Innocence and Hate
Jan 30, 2012
Innocence is a funny thing Who defines it? Who says who is guilty Many lives are torn and ripped Some hate countries A people for what they did A past full of horror The future these haters can’t give A child of four knows nothing Of hate, of violence, of the past It’s propaganda and […]
Never Give Up
Jan 30, 2012
With all that goes on In the world All the pressures And strains Some do give in Become sheep Conform to all They’re told Losing all hope All faith In their dreams And aspirations But I say now Never give up Fight for those Things always Ignore all the Negative feelings Ignore those that Put […]
Warchild
Jan 29, 2012
He was woken by a sound An earthquake he thought aloud Rubble and dust did fall on him His room untidy, no more clean Then he hears it, the rat-a-tat-tat Followed by the screams of the mad Fear now has doubled in his soul As he prepares to stare down a gun barrel Why, why, […]
Can She Do Any Right?
Jan 29, 2012
Always diplomatic, always has been Keeping her judgements to herself Her thoughts will never be seen She keeps all in her head, never tells But too many want her, bleed her dry They put themselves first she knows Sometimes she just wants to outwardly cry Because she too can get so low Sometimes though she […]
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Jan 31, 2012
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