Waring

by Lea   Sep 18, 2005


Sometimes i daydream about whats really going on
waring with knifes the gun and the bomb
babies are crying and have never known there dad
mums also weeping of lost loved ones they once had
what is the point killing over petty oil?
making our lives misery and everything spoil
thousands of innocent HUMANS running for their lifes
men battling it out for there children and wifes
as were sitting in luxury with T.V's and money
millions of people are bawling for a spoon of honey!
so remember whilst we're eating lots of food different choices
don't keep others silent HEAR OUT THEIR VOICES!!!!!

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  • 18 years ago

    by brittany

    All i can say is wow 5/5