by | Feb 10, 2008 | Poetry | 0 comments

Fields of poppies, with large heroin head

Fields of poppies, that remembers past dead

Loved ones Sons have died from SMACK

Loved ones Sons have died from FLAK

Governments’ actions over different years

Amassing world wide families Tears

Gently sending us round the bend

Will this torment never end?

Afghan, Iraq,Turks and Khurds

Can we stop these Wars, with words?

Must we suffer everyday?

End it now dear Lord we pray.


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