Poem -
Village of bad dreams - Dedicated to the children of war
Children are so happy
They are innocently waiting
Singing their songs
In the line of death
Wearing their smiles
They pimple their way
Stumbling into disease
And the trains of black smoke
The tears of the child
Worn with pain
Trickle down the eye
Towards the hurting heart
Is there a soul
Does love exist
Will children survive
In the village of bad dreams
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Comments
I should've called the poem
The big lie
Thank you Ebe, now as I watch Syria
we see similar tragedy, children turned into
fodder, their mothers dying and fathers
when will we ever learn that war is just mad!
thought-provoking great write x
Thanks Susan, I feel a open wound
children killed in Syria, raped even
and killed. War what is it good for?
It is very terrible and abominable that this truly does happen. Every child deserves to grow up in peace. I'm glad you call this sort of thing to attention. Well done!
Thank you, random i try say something
For humans acts are barbaric
your sentiment is helpful
save children from terror
kind rgs Jai