Equal Rights
I don’t know how we end up in a war,
become the monsters I see on TV,
but I felt sick and so sad when I saw
how it hurts families and kids like me.
I watched the bombs and homes being lost,
how locals were displaced as refugees,
I don’t care what the big wigs say it costs
as our society must help them flee
from the pain and grief, and provide relief
by making a truce and agree not to fight,
help them recover and return to peace,
to all live together with equal rights.
I was just eight when they began this hate,
it’s still not too late to own their mistake.
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