Because it still go's on


Genocide

Let them go, let them be
Let them savour something free
time to run,sense the turn
No more tears
Or hearts to burn

See the fires, feel the heat
One were human, now just meat
Ashen faces, bloodshot eyes
Suffering torment
Here their cries

Dust and rubble, raining shells
Count the hours in private hells
Screaming nerves
Stretched so tight
Childrens eyes so wide with fright

So much hate, no time for sense
Its predudice, without pretence
Their lands destroyed
Laid waste and poor
No victory in a civil war



Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2005-11-25 at 15:04

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liam killeen
VERY well written.It takes a very long time for the scars to heal and the dead are gone forever.
2005-11-25


Zoya Zaidi
When man hates man,it is a pity,
That he thinks,he is more pretty,
Is an illusion, he nurses,
Because of which,are half the curses,
On this planet, We call Earth,
When we are'll children of God!
Black and white, has similar worth,
North or South is a big devide,
Created by those, with a short sight,
As long he doesn't understand:
That he is the brother of man,
This will cotinue forever...
Wars will never come to an end!
2005-11-25