In this world of confusion the blood flows free on the streets <br />while this hour of transtion crashes down at our feet <br />And in the darkness around us you can hear all the screams <br />of people now dying caught up in a terror of dreams <br />For the sadness of loved ones that will never come home <br />there are memories and moments bathed in tears when alone <br />While the sounds of darkness explode over the night sky <br />there are prayers of soldiers and out to God they do cry <br />Keep us safe through another night of uncertainty <br />and give safe passage for it's home where we long to to be <br />But freedom calls out to me there is a war-a war to be won <br />and the price of this all could be someone's daughter or son <br />There is blood on the street on the people everyone that you meet <br />the children are dying so much carnage some without feet <br />And some how there is hope for the ones that you can save <br />a brighter tomorrow one without war maybe someday <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Please Critique This Poem <br /> <br /> <br />Excellent Good Average Poor Bad <br /> <br />Comments <br /> <br />Email Address <br />(Optional) <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />- Vote for this poem -<br /><br />Randy Lane<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blood-on-the-streets/
