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A Place Called War


Bright nights and dark days|

Sorrow lingers as the youth play|

Tanks run the streets while missiles fill the sky|

A thunderstorm of bombs and a whirlwind of bullets fill the path|

Run and run until my feet can no longer bear|

Dodge and dodge until my head can no longer care|

A new day creates another grave|

Fill that hole with my hopes and dreams|

Destroying my home while my children scream|
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  1. Amy PollardAugust 12, 2012 at 2:53 PM

    Hi there! Please check out my new poetry blogzine and submit your best work: brevitypoetryreview.blogspot.com/

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  2. Philippa DrakeOctober 3, 2012 at 8:19 AM

    Absolutely terrifying!

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  3. Edgar VillatoroOctober 4, 2012 at 7:46 AM

    Thank you for reading my works, philippa.
    I didn't think anyone read my stuff anymore.

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