(Wrote this after seeing disturbing images of the Syrian War on television. The poem [written as a song] is self-evident, so won't explain or exposition it here. Do please comment.)
There was peace here before the guns came
The birds used to sing before darkness became.
We had water to drink and food to eat
We had grains, vegetables, and even meat.
The days were peaceful, boring, and calm
And no nights of gunfire and napalam.
Our children went to school and men to work
Gunners didn't on street corners lurk.
Bring back those days; oh, bring them back
These difficult days are hard, bending our back.
We don't need your free clothes, food packets, and peace talks
We only need our freedom to take our children to the parks
Leaders, it takes a few hours to declare wars
But it takes people lifetimes to forget the scars.
There was peace here before the guns came
The birds used to sing before darkness became.
We had water to drink and food to eat
We had grains, vegetables, and even meat.
The days were peaceful, boring, and calm
And no nights of gunfire and napalam.
Our children went to school and men to work
Gunners didn't on street corners lurk.
Bring back those days; oh, bring them back
These difficult days are hard, bending our back.
We don't need your free clothes, food packets, and peace talks
We only need our freedom to take our children to the parks
Leaders, it takes a few hours to declare wars
But it takes people lifetimes to forget the scars.
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