War has raised its ugly head
Green ragged men on their way...
Like me, Love me
Hate me, Rate me...
(This poem has been written from the viewpoint of...
A couple of decades ago...
Bodies laying in the field,
All the spoils war does yield...
Teenagers in misery, feeling so low
People on the streets, with nowhere to go...
Hands raised in the air,
together we stand for whats fair...
I have a dream
i dream of world peace...
Accept me as I am
Not for who I should be...
I slip into my second skin
Deft brush strokes...
Good Morning sir
Are you OK...
Explosions of our own bombs,
Pouring blood on our hands...
People caring that will never happen.
Can't we be equal...