STOP!

by Emma Brown   Dec 2, 2006


This place it's a mess
I'm looking around and seeing rubbish everywhere.
I can't understand why people would do this.
I can see everything and I'm nowhere near.

How could they do this?
How could they kill?
I do not believe my eyes.
It's making me physically sick and I'm not ill.

Blood and people crying
All over the place.
I really don't want to see this
So I'll cover my eyes; my face.

Just look at all those
Dead bodies; just lying there.
Can you believe what you see?
Just look; look there.

That person's screaming.
He has no face.
He doesn't have a clue what's happened.
He doesn't know his place.

Guns, knifes and swords.
Why do we have to fight?
It's ridiculous.
Whether it be day, evening or night.

Stop this war, stop it now.
There is no need or no purpose for it.
Oh my; look at that man over there
In a pit.

His leg has been blown of.
He only has ½ an arm.
Just because he has a different culture
And he owns a massive farm.

Why are we doing this?
Those people have a right just like me and you.
Not every person of a different race is a terrorist.
Listen to me, it's true.

Please come with me
And help those who need our help.
Oh no; there's another person dying.
There's another yelp.

"Help me, help me.
I'm going to die.
I cannot see.
I only have one eye."

I cannot believe we've done this;
Me and you.
Can we not live in peace and harmony?
Do they not deserve a chance, too?

© Emma Brown

Comments and Votes appreciated.
Much love, Emma xox

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