Because it still go's on
Let them savour something free
time to run,sense the turn
No more tears
Or hearts to burn
See the fires, feel the heat
One were human, now just meat
Ashen faces, bloodshot eyes
Suffering torment
Here their cries
Dust and rubble, raining shells
Count the hours in private hells
Screaming nerves
Stretched so tight
Childrens eyes so wide with fright
So much hate, no time for sense
Its predudice, without pretence
Their lands destroyed
Laid waste and poor
No victory in a civil war
Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2005-11-25 at 15:04
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Genocide
Let them go, let them beLet them savour something free
time to run,sense the turn
No more tears
Or hearts to burn
See the fires, feel the heat
One were human, now just meat
Ashen faces, bloodshot eyes
Suffering torment
Here their cries
Dust and rubble, raining shells
Count the hours in private hells
Screaming nerves
Stretched so tight
Childrens eyes so wide with fright
So much hate, no time for sense
Its predudice, without pretence
Their lands destroyed
Laid waste and poor
No victory in a civil war
Poetry by penfold18
Read 581 times
Written on 2005-11-25 at 15:04
Tags Genocide 
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