When A Kid Goes Poem by Ellias Anderson Jr.

Bullet broke the air and killed a dove,
Mother's moans reached the skies above

Bullet was made by Imperialism's gun,
Imperialism, of who killing is fun

This is a clear and absolute discrimination,
Against moralities, against Palestine's nation

It's blood not a Goddamn juice,
But to apartheid it's an abuse,

To Apartheid, that mortal breed,
Of the blood which you feed,

Your roots are in the evil's heart,
Not long lasting till it's turned a part

Now Apartheid, leave those kids alone,
Listen to the Gaza, the war's tone,

We know you are out of love,
Out of mercy, humanity and absolve,

You will die with an international shame,
In the after world, with the children's blame,

With their blames you are accused to death, hey Apartheid! !
Not in the after world, in every places and worlds where justice ride