when the tears of our world is blood


I'm walking down this empty highway
I try to find some better day to catch
When I look around
What do I see?
There is no one here
No one
But me...
Here alone with some white stripes on the road

A bomb is falling
A child is Crying over the dying Mother
Someone is praying to God
With the Last words She has left
Before the trigger makes Her Heart stop...
And the blood is now Stained
Down this way I'm walking

I hear a Crying voice in my head
Wishing he was dead
Instead of living with Pain
Tears of Blood is falling
As his pulse stop going

This is not really
How life
Is supposed to be
This is not living
Not evan something in between
No one is free
Without Power- and Money...
The worst days this World have ever seen
Has come to ring the bell on Our door

I know
That during times like these
Hope
Is what We should bring
But life now can never go back
To be like it was before
To be better



Poetry by Mikki
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Written on 2006-11-09 at 19:19

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Saga
Yes, the world is falling apart but, as long as we got hope and each other, we will always have a chance to make things better, may this give comfort in the dark and cold days, darling!!!
2006-11-10


-Angela
respectfully, i'm having such trouble with these writes of bombs... i take them right in and they strangle me...

God, this world is falling apart...
2006-11-09