My first political/war poem, not quite sure what to think of it yet. |
There's no hope coming from the soul No love coming from the heart Everyone's another stranger Close ones all fallen apart Is this really living? Bombs and guns are your new toys Tested out on young girls and boys They run and hide away in shame No protection in this deadly game You take them from their easy lives Won't let them say a simple goodbye Lock them up, left and forgotten Not caring if they live or go rotten Is this the gift your giving? Children left scared and alone Your drunked fires burned down their home Old games they no longer play You took all they had left--You took their childhood away Is this what you wanted? Had this been your goal? Terrorizing small countries? Putting them in their own hellholes? They kneel down, begging for death To take them from this fucked up mess Of course you don't allow that No--you prefer torture instead Drowned, raped, ripped to shreads Burned, blinded, just cut of the heads Why are you here? Do you even know? For terrorists? For threats? No, no I don't think so. Just look in the mirror it takes five seconds at most And do you know something? The person you see? That's the only terrorist on this side of the coast |