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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required All the Broken bodies - all the broken bones All lying dead bloodied within the war zones The heat unbearable - the stench even more As the smell of death seeps from every pore No respect is given so we can bury the dead So we are left to sleeping with them instead Children as all crying they do not understand Just what's happening in their promised land People no longer have trust in their very own Whispered words, relayed on their cell phone Who has sold them out, to who is the enemy Black market men come, with their remedies Possessions sold so we can sneak out by night No thoughts at all given, to our frighten plight Camping out on the borders of our loved land All of us at the mercy of our own “God’s” plan Our children are starving as women are raped We cannot go back there is no forward escape Nobody wants us, it has all been heard before And people getting sick of hearing of your war Broken bodies, broken bones, as broken minds Reminds us all of a unjust life that is so unkind The ethnics, the minority, and indigenous ones Whether it is the bulldozers or someone's guns It may take a life time, but you will feel my pain Wake up one morning, with nothing else to gain Your life worthless, as that pile of broken bones Then left to ponder on your very own war zones It may take a life time, but you will feel my pain Broken bodies, broken bones . . . Indiana Shaw . . .
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