Wednesday, September 24, 2008
War
Dead people on the ground.
Blood spilling all around.
Guns shooting in the air.
People pulling out their hair.
Hearts crying with no sound.
Bombs thrown all around.
Babies sick and dead.
Death being pulled by a thread.
Here I stand alone,
upon the grave called my home.
Here is where I am dead.
Being poisoned in my head.
hearing screams and cries,
this is no heaven of mine.
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