Bang, bang, bang goes the gun shooting endless at things that we have done. Yet we are the people that have been sent to kill. No body knows why we fight brother and sister stand up against each other,
Yet we are the solders that carry on in the night shooting at the Innocents that has to be killed. They are like us you and me standing up wanting to be free. Yet this battle still carries on fighting. They are no winner they be no ends.
I know this is right he said. Right too go to war with are own men. What about the children of tomorrow they will grow up and hate us. Look what we are doing to this world that we are living in.
These people are family to god. God is a man who saves us. Well start to save us there so many people dying slowly.
Family and friends now know that the blood is are blood and we needed to stand up and sort it out now. Even if you are in a different country we are still the same. Even if we are different we stand up and be counted.
Now this is the end we have no more time. The bombs have been dropped. We should of turn back the hands of time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well said! I agree with the sentiment of this poem