Im a <br />TV watcher, i can see all these <br />dead kids, and body parts hanging <br />on the trees, you rape your land <br />with bombs, and a funeral party, <br />ment for the world to see, and <br />we do see, yes we see, men yelling <br />and pointing at the world, saying, <br />this is your fought, your the reason <br />why we kill are own kids, your the <br />reason why we rape this land, your <br />the reason why, we rape our own <br />woman, your the reason why, on <br />and on, its your fought, not ours, ... <br />AND yet you carry the guns, dropp <br />the bombs, rape your own land, <br />and watch your own kids put their <br />blood on your doors, and ask why?<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/war-5/
