Anti-war

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AHMED HOPES

Sound of bullets are part of daily life
Feel so upset for Ahmed and his wife
Both are fifty...

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GOING INTO BATTLE

Why men fight in war I wish I knew
In foreign lands such as Waterloo
Bloodshed and...

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Sufferings of Indian farmers

Farmers

Sufferings of Indian farmers

Electing
learned wise
Enjoy freedom
With human rights
Failing
Corona...

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THEY WILL REMEMBER

THEY WILL REMEMBER

You brought Peace to the Middle East...

The first President who didn't have a War...

You...

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REMEMBER THEM

Not just another Sunday in the world today
A time to remember give thanks and pray
Thanks to...

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marxist in the dark

marxist in the dark

Sometimes words
That are unpopular
Are the very
Ones that need
To be said...

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Tittle tattler’s tell all

Tittle tattler’s tell all

Think twice before you tittle tattle.. you will be hurting others and may well end up in a battle.. If you...

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The goal

To talk to many, look around for the one who would adore me. To entertain the notion that I was worthy....

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City of the Dead!

City of the Dead!

Crawling out the cracks are life, death and everything inbetween,
This place is a haven for...

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Someone elses fight

​​​​​​ As we send our sons and husbands out in the middle of the night, across the distant waters fighting...

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Fought on the page.

With a double edged dagger I lunge and I stab, your total and focused attention to grab,
When the...

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The great minds of war

WAR: is started from the bleached ,
minds.
Where the wasps of society look,
and...

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Oh woe is me ?

Oh woe is me ?

Pitter patter up the spout as the bath water drops
This little hairy creepy crawly spider is...

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Covid-19

Corona virus

Corona oh! Corona
where from you are?
Why do you want to kill us?
Many desired to rule...

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Moos, maas, bleats and baas

Moos, maas, bleats and baas

“Moo-ve over with your scruffy kids you noisy Billy goats
This is our field with our black and...

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48 hours

Till lock down

What is one supposed to do. What the government says huh. What is one supposed to say it's the end of day's...