A Game
A child plays with his toy
as men fight in the streets,
Together they destroy
the men they feel deceit.
As men fight in the streets
they do not see the harm,
The men, they feel deceit
from others of alarm.
They do not see the harm
of children fighting there,
From others of alarm
they beat out all the fear.
Of children fighting there,
they all have guns as cars,
They beat out all the fear,
for they think this is luck.
They all have guns as cars-
the men feel no such shame,
For they think this is luck,
as they think it's a game.
The men feel no such shame,
together they destroy,
as they think it's a game-
A child plays with his toy.
i've been thinking of the fighting and genocide lately.
this...is a response to the fact that so many kids have to fight for their lives over in the middle east.
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