Bombshells are flying From the cover of my mortared hut I see death, or life barely clinging And I see you now no family, country nor friend left to you I break shelter and pulled your war torn body to my hut I will embrace you For you are alone and it reflects my circumstance Our plight is the choice of others who choose to destroy We did not ask for these heavy blows they deploy Now I will tell the world I would hug an Enemy Reft of human kindness, loved ones, basic needs, water,food,and clothes. Share what little I have I will Bucket your tears and try to change your mind about hate Waiting upon men who are after all only men and God To change our fate, for what choice do they leave us What voice do they leave us
Reason for writing:
Senseless WAR
Birth sign: Leo
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