We Don’t Want To Play
In a home across the world
A mother shelters her child
She rests her arm across his head
Lest a bullet come inside
Our men hate her men
But we don’t want to play
When her child gets hurt
The world will hear me cry
Somewhere in a far away place
A young man lost his mind
His body eventually came back home
With nothing left inside
His men hated their men
But he didn’t want to play
As he watched others get hurt
He wished that he could die
Another day, another war
Innocent people pay the cost
Hopes and dreams go up in smoke
While souls crumble inside
Evil men hate other evil men
But we don’t want to play
How many people must be hurt
Before they tell us why
ã 2004, Sandy Knauer
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True poetic-social writing on the criminals of our time.
The closing lines can be responded by the VATICAN, WORLD COUNCIL OF CHURCHES AND THE UNITED NATIONS´"Five Permanent LORDS, for they are the ENGINEERS OF WAR.
"We Don't Want To Play" shows that our Poets are taking stand,
and that this is the century of Poetry´s Revelation.
Thank You, Poet for warning that we are about to be taken into the slaveyard, unless we say "NO" to those above identified.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Andrea
Allen
It's a tough world
One mans home is another mans military target.
Thanks for stopping by my den. :0)