Broken Bodies - Broken Bones
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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 . . .
Copyright © Indiana Shaw | Year Posted 2017
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