Childsoldiers (requested)
Kidnapped from their homes,
Or sometimes even sold by their parents.
They become fearless fighting machines.
They kill to not be killed,
Get brainwashed since
The minute they arrive at their camps.
Realize the chance of survival
Is just as big like a miracle happening
On a daily basis.
Yet, they try to survive
Till life has drained them
By the nightmare they are living.
It might seem something that’ll never happen.
But it’s a daily problem remember:
“These children are too young to fight someone else’s battles.”
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Aminekuhh: | Zondag, februari 11, 2007 18:10 |
| Maar wat kun je er aan doen? |
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| nOisyxfairytales: | Maandag, december 25, 2006 16:51 |
| dit is echt mooi. je schrijft echt mooie gedichten. xx | |
| weerwolfjuhn: | Maandag, december 25, 2006 14:43 |
| Bedankt Carmen voor het idee om hierover iets te schrijven | |
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: weerwolfjuhn | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 25 december 2006 | ||
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