The Cry of the dead
OneByOne International
Liberian Poetry
The Cry of the Dead by Josh Konneh Why can I be me? Why I got to be like him? What type of world is this? You can say what you feel Too much blood, Too many deaths Many are losing their life every day and night Cause they are fighting for their right What 's gonna happen to my kids? Do they have a future? What is my answer to a broken heart? Cause my eye's are getting red My shirt is getting wet Cause the pain never seem to stop Every day and night my tear is running down from my eye's Do my kids have a dream? Dream I'm living my dream Are they living their dream in a country of war? Is this going to end or is this a start to a life of a pain? I can't seem to smile Why do I have to live this life? Are you going to save me or are you going to watch me die? Before I die this is what I'm gonna to say to the world. Help save my children in a country of war OneByOne start a new home for those who feel alone People of the world this is your time To build more room For the future generation. 5/4/09
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