Im a
TV watcher, i can see all these
dead kids, and body parts hanging
on the trees, you rape your land
with bombs, and a funeral party,
ment for the world to see, and
we do see, yes we see, men yelling
and pointing at the world, saying,
this is your fought, your the reason
why we kill are own kids, your the
reason why we rape this land, your
the reason why, we rape our own
woman, your the reason why, on
and on, its your fought, not ours, ...
AND yet you carry the guns, dropp
the bombs, rape your own land,
and watch your own kids put their
blood on your doors, and ask why?
great really its great poem well dont but pls david do u mean any place or country in ur poem
SURREAL LY MASTERED, DAVID...AS ALWAYS, YOUR ENIGMATIC STYLE STANDS OUT AND DELIVERS HARD...SOLID WRITE...TEN! '''''''''''''''''''''''FRANK/FJR
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are so right, we must look deeper then the mirrors face, we must start with one word and not change it (LOVE) all that is done must be based on this or cracks will start to form Thankyou David, this carries such wisdom Love duncan X