Monday, January 13, 2014

Northern Ireland

The fighting never seems to stop
Innocent lives are taken away too soon,
And yet,
Nobody cares
For they continue to fight
And take away lives of happy children
Sleeping in cribs and beds at night
Bombs, guns, and knives
Rip, tear and shear through their flesh and tiny bones
Screams and cries are heard
throughout all of the land
And still nothing is done.

Poem written in 2000


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