Warlords
They bring the day to night
They take our life for granted
They deal with the dead . . .
and burn our house and beds
A life is nothing worth for them
a land, a town, a simple house
They calculate with loss of life
they take us to the front like shields
They strife to become the best
they have black diamonds in their chest
it is the sign of the dead and damned
so please my soldiers don't fawning for them
What we need is to compare love and hate
don't go out angry in any war, go with love
and use your weapon only to protect
I don't want you to end up in a private hell
And a life is a life and there is always
two sides of the story in these days
so praise the life you were born to
there is only one of me and you
So appreciate the gift of life you got
and never look down on others
then you have come a little bit longer
on your way to fulfil and be stronger
So look out for the men of war
warlords are not so far . . .
away from were you and I are
they take the chance near and far
So look out for the warlods
Poetry by Dan Cederholm
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Written on 2007-02-10 at 22:04
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