Save My Children Poem by Bron Kozakiewicz
Save My Children
Soon my life is going to end,
I know that I shall fade away.
But please all you good, kind men,
Help my children to see another day.
You have come to help us and I know you mean well,
But my time has come to be freed from this hell.
Please help my children, That's my final wish.
Please put some food in their long empty dish.
I am so sorry that I couldn't do more,
But with no rain and this damned civil war,
We are all dying and turning to dust,
Why should we suffer? it seems so unjust.
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4/25/2024 11:02:52 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is so sad, it really got to my emotions, I respect the deep insight displayed by these lines, and I must...it is a good emotional write, one that is so touching, nice work The_African_Son