Poem -

Children of the dust

Children of the dust

The 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 cityย 

The children on streetsย 

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 trustย 

Nothing shall defeat

The children of the dust

Aย 

Poem aboutย 

The tragedy ofย 

Child gangs, Afghanistan

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Tony Taylor

WOW!! JAI MASTERS!!!ย  (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.ย  ?

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Jai Masters

I'd like to kick ass the war mongerers too!!

thanx Tony for good support &ย 

empathy.ย 

ย All the very bestย 

jai:)

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