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War Child

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Would someone help stop the battle,
I cant hear the sound of my rattle.
There is too much noise,
As I look for my toys.
Beneath the pile of bricks and stones,
I find no toys, just blood and bones.
My mother is asleep with blood on her chest,
My father was murdered and laid to rest.
My tears I must hold,
As I was always told.
Not to cry¦
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Sally Plumb Plumb 26 January 2011
You are a passionate young girl.
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Wow! All of thirteen. What talent! Keep writing. An emotional poem.; D
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Blueberry Ali 14 June 2010
amazing write 4 a 13 yr ol mashallah v good keep writing :)
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