Cups of dirt.

Since war began
both sides lost
When children weep
in cups of dirt
Victims of fate
a horrible crime
For all to see
the hate grows
The dead and the dying
still linger, with hate
Burn the house
steal the riches
Leave them to die
to wallow in their grief
Maybe one day
we can all be free
No more tears
in the hearts of children

Poetry by Nyorioko
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Written on 2008-11-25 at 17:46

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Rob Graber
Touching anti-war statement!
Line 10 needs "linger," line 12, "steal."