All those at war, hold up wait a minute please let me explain
There’s no point in fighting we have everything to loose and nothing to gain
All the tears and all the heartache
One day you’ll realize it’s one big mistake
None of those people should ever have died
Those left in fear should never have cried
All the children in the street carrying guns
Should instead enjoy a childhood, experience fun
All the women raped and left with a curse
Will one day be carried away in a hearse
All those at war, hold up wait a minute please let me explain
There’s no point in fighting we have everything to loose and nothing to gain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wise words from a concernful young lady & poet...A fine Penning, here.. Well chosen language...good graphic value''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''{F. j. R.}