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  >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Emotional >> ID #1724031  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
"The Curse Of War"
A false democracy to rule the world with force.
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Who and where am I the photo
A child hiding from the bombs
Exploding a million fragments
My memory here in hospital
A thank you prayer to God
His heart a gift for me
A blood transfusion
To see in heaven
His beauty
Free to live a life
Without the thought
Man’s hate for each other
The false democracy denied
Do as we say or suffer in pain
Our weapons will rule the world.

Refugees can't weep when torn
Holding my dolly so afraid to die
There to see my mother
Comforting me
Innocent here
Hiding away ashamed
The chaos from the rebels
Searching for us on a train home,

Where I was born a happy baby
With a dad to love and hold
His songs a melody
To dance
With mom and me
So sweet a memory there
Now fading to grey my dad at war.

What for a land stripped and bare
Mine bombs hidden in roads
The cowards hiding away
In Somalia
Where we lived a holy life
Sowing seeds of faith in God
His mercy in heaven home at last.





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