Free Cee Where the Young Waifs Weep
please don't declare that i don't care
since my heart is filled with sheer despair
i hear a lot of things that make me cry
and they leave my throat arid and dry
all the mouths that mouth words of sorrow
and grant grievances unto the torment of tomorrow
the children, the poor and pitiful little ones
tormented by threatening and roaring metal guns
war is their awakening, battles their threat
fear the forceful fright they fret
the Red Cross has double crossed them all
now that bloodshed and death has come to call
they live in a jungle or a desert dry like my throat
and each night that ends on a laser aimed note
so please don't declare that i don't care
because i weep for lives that aren't the least bit fair
(c) 2012..PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
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