A poem from my son Elliot:
No man escapes
“Bombs!”
The lives ruined or killed.
Non-stop noise and commotion.
The anger, rising.
Small conflicts between friends and family.
The peoples lifestyles, destroyed or distorted.
No man escapes,
And the bombs keep dropping.
The war machine just gets stronger,
Constant clunking of the weapons!
The only people who want this are the psychotic leaders!
Some accept their fate,
Some keep up the struggle.
No matter who's point of view,
The fighting or surviving,
No man escapes,
And the bombs keep dropping.
The poor get poorer yet the bankers get richer,
THIS WORLD MAKES NO SENSE!
The thing is, war makes money,
And the bankers know it!
Leaders use the media and propagandise the news,
Make people not want war but instead declare it!
No man escapes,
And the bombs keep dropping.
Elliot (13)
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