Kaila George Poems

The morters exploded
and bullets flew past
as soldeirs where dyeing all through the night
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Twas the night before christmas
she sat alone in her house
as she cried in vain for her lost little soul
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Faith as always saved me...

from the pits of hell
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Faces are bland

As they sit on the train
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It's a never ending cycle
That stems from generation to generation

The small child cringes
As he listens to the parents argue
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They cannot see
What adults always see?

They cannot understand
That black and white
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I awoke to the sound
Of the birds singing in the morn

As I unzipped my tent
The sight was one to behold
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She was only 23
When she passed away
Just this weekend gone

I remember her
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When I was young
I was a foolish girl

Kept my distance with
Men in general
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Looking through the liquid bottle of shame
often drags ones foot to the grave
is it a fountain of youth...nay
but one that keeps me for every on my toes
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