Poem -
Children of the dust
Like 1 Pin it 1The father is not here
O Lord bring him home
The cuts on his arms
His face made of stone
The children of the dust
Walking the path through
Guardians of the gang
The ghost you once new
This is the cityΒ
The children on streetsΒ
For the one that you pity
May never know peace
His father is dead
That's why he is bad
The steel in his eyes
Hides the heart that is sad
Children of the dust
Marching through the street
Stealing ones trustΒ
Nothing shall defeat
The children of the dust
AΒ
Poem aboutΒ
The tragedy ofΒ
Child gangs, Afghanistan
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WOW!! JAI MASTERS!!!Β (again)...... you've got a gift for this type of write my friend.....I swear. I think you've got enough material to do an amazingly well timed book of poems concerning themselves with world's wars and related issues of violence and tragedy....... they seem to pour out of you ........kick ass write brother poet!!........PINNED!!.......LOVE and ROCKETS!!.......T xo.Β ?
I'd like to kick ass the war mongerers too!!
thanx Tony for good support &Β
empathy.Β
Β All the very bestΒ
jai:)