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The Children
I've seen it on tv,
Where I am safe,
And no-one can see me
Broken bodies on the street,
People that don't have enough to eat
I must be blind,
Because I just don't see,
Why this came to be
Mothers, where are your children?
You haven't seen them since last week
And you would call out to them,
If you could only speak
What about tomorrow?
We've lost all of today
Somebody please tell me,
That we can find a way
Maybe it won't stop all the anger,
But it might take away some pain
Somebody tell the mothers,
That their children are safe
We are all to blame,
For the terror in which we stay,
But nobody told the children,
So what part do they play?
This world is insane
When you can't go outside,
Can't watch the sunrise,
Because you're afraid to die
It's all lies
But nobody told the children,
It's something we can't disguise
So what about tomorrow?
Will it be better than today?
I know we can find the answers,
I know there is a way
Somebody tell the mothers,
That their children are safe
A bomb falls somewhere,
But most people don't care,
They just aren't aware,
They missed the little child's vacant stare
Nobody told the children,
And their hearts are as pure as snow,
They've never had the hatred,
So they didn't have to let go
A mothers heart,
Is torn apart,
It is with the children,
That we must start
Nobody told the children,
And they are happy and free,
They aren't consumed,
By the things that we see
In everyone they trust,
Even when you cause them pain
Maybe we all need to be children,
Once again
It would be nice to be a child once again
jlp September 2, 2008-Revised January 8, 2010
I've seen it on tv,
Where I am safe,
And no-one can see me
Broken bodies on the street,
People that don't have enough to eat
I must be blind,
Because I just don't see,
Why this came to be
Mothers, where are your children?
You haven't seen them since last week
And you would call out to them,
If you could only speak
What about tomorrow?
We've lost all of today
Somebody please tell me,
That we can find a way
Maybe it won't stop all the anger,
But it might take away some pain
Somebody tell the mothers,
That their children are safe
We are all to blame,
For the terror in which we stay,
But nobody told the children,
So what part do they play?
This world is insane
When you can't go outside,
Can't watch the sunrise,
Because you're afraid to die
It's all lies
But nobody told the children,
It's something we can't disguise
So what about tomorrow?
Will it be better than today?
I know we can find the answers,
I know there is a way
Somebody tell the mothers,
That their children are safe
A bomb falls somewhere,
But most people don't care,
They just aren't aware,
They missed the little child's vacant stare
Nobody told the children,
And their hearts are as pure as snow,
They've never had the hatred,
So they didn't have to let go
A mothers heart,
Is torn apart,
It is with the children,
That we must start
Nobody told the children,
And they are happy and free,
They aren't consumed,
By the things that we see
In everyone they trust,
Even when you cause them pain
Maybe we all need to be children,
Once again
It would be nice to be a child once again
jlp September 2, 2008-Revised January 8, 2010
Literature
Children aren't bulletproof
Children aren't bulletproof
The terror in the eyes of a little child
Seeing the bullets pass by his side
Turning over the corpses of his parents
Hear him cry "mummy wake up" and sob "Daddy play with me..."
The rain gushes down and the firing continues
the sounds die away in the pitter patter on the earth
an eerie screech can be heard
The terror in the eyes of the red cross worker
On his first day on the job
with a stick poking amongst the rubble
hitting something rather soft
The horror in the eyes of the red cross worker
as he gazes upon the charred remains
Another future shattered
Dreams and hopes all splattered
In a second's
Literature
i did.
i.
there is
a
vintage lace dress
that once was
white like
chinese rice
yellowing in the depths of my
closet
with a burgundy
stain in the shape
of
a
wilting rose
hidden between
Literature
while reading poetry
you read this poem upside down
on your bed, blankets curled
on the floor like a sad dog.
you hope the new perspective
will provide new understanding.
stop that.
stop trying to understand.
you are reading this poem by the edge
of the ocean and the birds circle over
your head like a feathery halo.
your heart pumps to the beat
of the waves which no longer crash
but whisper.
you try to catch what they are saying,
only catch sea foam in your hair,
and sand between your teeth.
stop that.
stop thinking that everything in this world
is here to teach you something.
sometimes things exist just to be.
try it sometime,
maybe afte
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To see the world through a child's eyes, to LIVE in a world the way a child sees it.
It is something we should strive for. No war, no hunger, no self inflicted misery.
It IS possible. It CAN be done. Teach. Learn.
It only takes ONE.
Break. The. System.
*1-8-10 A new watcher of mine read this today, and I came back and read it myself again, and I made some changes, made a lot of them actually.
It is something we should strive for. No war, no hunger, no self inflicted misery.
It IS possible. It CAN be done. Teach. Learn.
It only takes ONE.
Break. The. System.
*1-8-10 A new watcher of mine read this today, and I came back and read it myself again, and I made some changes, made a lot of them actually.
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