Child soldiers
Those little bodies
scratched and torn
Those young minds
brainwashed and mistreated
No chance to be a child
Playing… they don’t know
Laughing… they cannot do
Love… they have never felt
Toys in the hands of their masters
No childs, just useful toys
Down to their knees, obeying without thinking
for they have never knew it otherwise
Conscience… never heard of
Killing… a daily habit
Horror… they are used to it
Feelings… they’re not allowed to have
Innocent childs
Terrorised minds
Heartless masters
Sick minds…
(10/11/2002)
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Robski: | Maandag, november 11, 2002 21:49 |
| Mooi geschreven Frajam.. tis triest hoe die kinderen opgroeien... zet je aan 't denken over onze "problemen en ongemakken" in 't dagelijks leven... Liefs, Rob |
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 11 november 2002 | ||
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