Friday, September 24, 2010

Child of War

Child of War

My daddy died saving our country
My mommy cries, so sad and lonely
But I can see, she's also scared.
Our neighbors spit our names like swears.
I try to be respectful and kind
They curse out threats, scream "We're not blind,
you people are evil, your faith makes you kill."
Sometimes if I stand, eyes closed, so still
I can hear my daddy say "Be strong,
my beloved child.  Those people are wrong.
Wars aren't decreed by Gods from above.
War is the sad fruit of the failure of love."

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