Why do they kill
Why do they hate
What's on their minds
When They're in that state
How do they become, killers so young
Their innocence gone, taken, most likely
By the one's he loves
These babies were given to us to love
But it all went wrong, when they were
Handed guns
'kill' my babies they would say,
Get them first, black, whites, Jews and
Do it today.
ENOUGH is enough, hate is so wrong.
A hug should be in, instead of a gun.
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I would like to translate this poem
I agree completly on this poem.I gave it a ten cause it was well written and thought down.I give this a 10 :)