they bleed

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    they bleed

    All the children suffer

    Doomed from there birth

    Born only to die

    Never knowing any self worth

     

     

    No one to save them – no one to care

    Nobody knows them – they bleed in fear

     

     

    All for forty virgins

    Deceitful are the lies

    Age holds no number

    Allah the reason why

     

     

    Don’t try to save them – you should not care

    Nobody should know them – let them bleed in fear

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    casher6 commented on they bleed

    08-27-2009

    Very different I am not sure that i totally understand but I like to be able to view all types of writing
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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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